I nodded.
“I gotta go,” he told me.
I nodded again.
He leaned in quick to give me an even quicker kiss then he took off.
I sucked in breath as I lifted my phone to call Vivica.
Then I thought that day was turning out not so golden.
Then I thought, Sandrine, she’s gonna be the death of me.
* * * * *
“Shit, f**k, stupid Sandrine. We get her sorted, I’m gonna kick her skinny, white ass.”
This was Vivica, pacing the landing between the kitchen and the sunken living room, ranting.
“Viv,” I whispered and she stopped and cut her eyes to me.
“Good news is, never been here. Sandrine said this crib was sweet. She didn’t say it was sah-fuckin’-weet. Bad news is, you got a heart of pure gold. You’re gonna be all Momma’s gonna make it better when you should do that ‘til it’s better then you need to back me up with, you do this again, Momma’s gonna kick your skinny, white ass.”
I pressed my lips together.
My phone in my hand rang.
I jumped, looked at it, saw the call was from Knight, took it and put it to my ear.
“Sweetheart,” I whispered.
“Babe, got her. Head’s up, she is f**ked up. We’re ten minutes out. When we get there, you’re on duty. You get Vivica?”
“Viv’s here.”
“Good. Shower first. The one in the front hall.”
“Okay but, should we take her to the hospital?”
“Bad high mixed with booze but if she was gonna stop breathing, she would have done it hours ago.”
“What did she take?”
“Better question, what didn’t she take? Smoked meth. Got wired, he freaked, gave her shit to bring her down. She went down, gave her shit to take her back up. Motherfucker’s got money so he’s also got a pharmacy and not all the legal kind. All that on top of her being absolutely hammered.”
I sucked in breath.
Knight kept talking.
“Kurt’s dealing with him.”
Oh boy.
Knight went on, “Towels in the hall bathroom are clean. She’s probably gonna crash soon. That’s gonna happen in the TV room so sort that. And a bowl. Fuck knows, she might still puke though the dude she was with said she’s been doin’ a lotta that but he didn’t need to tell me since I smelled it at his place. That’s likely why she’s still breathing. If she has to do it again, I just f**kin’ hope she waits until she’s outta my ride.”
I did too. Aston Martins and drunk/high vomiting did not go together.
Or any vomiting.