“Jesus. You don’t even know what it is. How in the f**k can you think you’re gray?”
Then it hit me.
“Oh… smack.” I said with dawning understanding.
“What is it?” Hank asked.
“Drugs,” I answered.
“What kind of drugs?” he persevered.
I thought about it, trying to remember what they were referring to on the TV cop shows when they mentioned it. I didn’t want to sound uncool that I didn’t know what it was but I kinda didn’t.
For some reason, as I was silent and trying to think, Hank’s body started moving like he was laughing. His hands loosened from my wrists and he buried his face in my neck.
“Sunshine, you’re a nut.”
Yes, definitely laughing.
“Are you laughing?” I asked just to check.
He rol ed off me, to his side, but took me with him, his arms locking around me.
“Smack is heroin,” Hank’s voice stil sounded amused.
“Oh God. Sid Vicious died of an overdose of that,” I told him.
“Yeah, a lot of people die of overdoses of that.” It took me a moment to realize that our conversation had taken a drastic, and very weird, turn.
I felt it important to keep on target.
“I don’t deal drugs, Hank. I design websites.”
“I know,” he replied and lifted a hand to run his fingers through my hair at the side of my head, then he tucked it behind my ear before his arm locked around me again.
“Roxie, people in six different states have been bringing up your name and no one knows who the f**k you are. On my desk, I got copies of employment records, apartment leases, phone bil s and credit card statements a mile high with your name on them. I can track your life for the last four years and none of it was even a little shady. Whatever Flynn did, he protected you from it. Every piece of paper and every report that comes in shows you’re as pure as snow.
You’re about as gray as the North Pole.”
Oh… my… God.
“You checked up on me?” I asked, horrified.
“I checked up on Flynn. Doing that meant I had to check on you since the only thing we got, except arrest reports and his name linked to various pieces of scum, is the trail he left through you.”
I tried to process that but Hank interrupted my processing by asking, “Did you know he was dealing drugs?”
I closed my eyes in despair.
Here we go, I thought.
I took a deep breath. Then, I admitted, “I had no idea. At first I didn’t care. Then, I knew he wasn’t out al day doing good deeds but I didn’t ask questions. I just didn’t want to know.”
I thought that said a lot about me and none of it was good.
Hank said quietly, “You’ve just proved my point, Sunshine.”
“What point?”