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pistol. He checked the drawer and came up with a couple of grams of skag and $450 in fifties. The money must’ve been left over from whatever pocket cash Chuckie had paid him.
    Something inside was moving on its own, maybe his pancreas, maybe an animal that had crawled up for warmth.
    That’s okay, we’re getting there.
    Rocco’s gaze almost focused on him. Clay had trouble catching his breath, air hissing over his teeth, but finally he bit down a groan and said, “Hey, how’s it hanging?”
    It took a while to get an answer. Lengthy pause…one…two…three…with Rocco’s eyes going to half-mast, then widening again, until finally his mouth moved. “Shit, man…you’re…dead…!”
    “Pretty much. You and me both.”
    Clay’s sweat wasn’t sweat anymore, he could taste the infection as the drops ran into the corners of his mouth. He gestured with the piece.
    “Come along, Rocco.”
    “What?”
    “Come along.”
    “What?”
    “Come on.”
    “Where we going?” That pallid face fell in on itself and his vacant eyes started to water. “The heck is that smell?”
    “New after shave.”
    Lula was breathing hard too, the raven really flapping. She gave Clay a nervous smile, those blue eyes burning with fear and spirit, pink tits upturned and her pubic thatch shaved down into a thin line so light that it was almost transparent. Despite everything, he suddenly found himself becoming aroused, and the aching misery of it made him want to yelp.
    A man was a man no matter what the fuck you did to him.
    He said, “Lula.”
    “Yes.”
    “What’s your real name?”
    “That is.”
    “Really? Do me a favor.”
    A vicious smirk nicked her lips. She could sense his need and came at him like she was going to undo his pants. “Okay.”
    Clay handed her all the money, four packs of heroin, the spoon, the lighter, and the syringe. “Make up a nice fix for him.”
    “I thought you might be a cop.”
    She took everything from him, cooked the H and filled the needle. Rocco had fallen asleep again and a syrupy green drool trickled down his neck. Lula was about to hand the fixings back when Clay said, “More than that.”
    “More will probably kill him.”
    “And you think I want to take him home with me and introduce him to my grandmother?”
    “No.”
    “You love him?”
    “Fuck no.”
    “Then do it.”
    She grimaced and started to sulk. “I was sort of hoping I could go for a ride too. He’s going to use it all.”
    “You don’t want to take a ride to where he’s going.”
    The reality of the moment hit her as if she’d been backhanded, but even that didn’t quite rattle her.
    “I believe you,” Lula said. “But-”
    Rocco began to softly snore. In a way, Clay envied somebody who could take a nap with a gun pointed at him. The dynamics of murder vibrated in every atom of the room.
    “My faith in mankind has been shaken a tad, girl. How about if you just do what I say.”
    “Sure.” She drew another five cc’s into the needle.
    Clay said, “Make it ten.”
    “You really don’t like him, do you?”
    “Not a whole lot.”
    “He doesn’t have many veins left.”
    “All he needs is one more.”
    She found the same bloody pinprick track that Rocco had last used and eased the needle in. Rocco showed the whites of his eyes and offered up a hideous smirk big as an ass crack on his face. He sat straight up in bed and went, “Ooooggaaa-”
    Stroking the center of her chest, gently petting the top of the raven’s head, Lula sashayed over to Clay, throwing all 95 pounds into her hips. “Are you gonna screw me now?”
    “Don’t get insulted,” Clay said, “but no.”
    “I didn’t think you could handle it. Suck your dick?”
    “No.”
    “Can I leave then?”
    “Sure, but don’t tell anybody about this.”
    “Who would believe me?”
    “Good point.”
    Glass rattled in the window frames, breeze beginning to kick up. Clay yanked at Rocco’s arm and he came along like a kite string being