Living on the edge was getting to Larry Richards. Seemed like he was constantly running just to keep up with yesterday.
Cook and Parker were never satisfied. Larry put them on deals that would make them money for many years to come and all they could do was bitch about cocaine.
Or the lack of it.
But hey, Larry could relate. He knew what it was like, the sinking feeling you got when the blow you’ve been expecting and fantasizing about doesn’t show up. Not quite jonesing, but close. It’s a hollow feeling, as the Eagles might say.
And now look at the two golden boys strutting back to the table like they own the place. Which they easily could. Shit, maybe they already do own it and that’s why they always want to come here. Cook had said he knew the owner quite well….
But Larry didn’t have time or the luxury to speculate. He needed to get on the payphone and see if he could rustle up a quarter ounce of coke for the young lions’ recreational needs.
So much of that shit around right now he didn’t think it would be a problem. Nineteen seventy-seven and the blow seemed to be everywhere. He’d contacted two of his old ASU classmates this morning and they’d sounded pretty confident they could come up with something.
He hoped it wasn’t bullshit just to get rid of him, because he wanted to keep Parker and Cook dependent on him for their drug of choice. It kept them—and their money—close. He was afraid to let them go elsewhere. They might never come back.
And Larry didn’t like it much that Frank and Clayton were getting on so well. Get a few drinks in him and Frank might start reminiscing, telling stories from the past. Stories that didn’t always put Larry in a favorable light.
Stories that might make the members of the consortium close their checkbooks.
Ah, but what the hell, he thought, as long as his projects made money, the consortium wouldn’t care a lick about what he’d done in the past.
Except for Cook and Parker.
Sometimes it seemed those two did things just out of spite. Some instinctive urge to bully and dominate caught hold of them and they would carry it too far. So they didn’t need any more ammunition from Frank.
(End of Chapter 22)
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