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Chapter 23

There's a knock at the door. He's here. JP's here.

I walk to the door and open it. And it's him. His eyes are baggier than it was when I first saw him. He's definitely into drugs.

"Hey, come in."

He enters and places himself on the couch. I close the door and go near him.

"Where's the package?" I ask and he fumbles through his pocket. A very small packet comes into vision as he shows it to me. It's filled with a white powdery substance. A substance which is white only by color and black by it's killing nature.

"How much is that?" I ask.

"This is a 5 cents bag. Has 10 milli grams in it."

I smirk. "You think I asked you to come here for a bag that costs $5?"

He smirks back. "No. You wanted to check the quality, didn't you? Use the five cents bag." He tosses it to me.

I catch it and view the bag. It's powder cocaine, and it's very pure white in color.

I take the packet in my hand and walk to the kitchen. Filling a glass with tap water, I empty the five scent bag into it and shake once.

The gelatinous white powder quickly dissolves into the water and in a minute, the water looks as clear as it was earlier.

"Look at that baby go," JP says and he looks lustfully at the glass.

I quickly down the contents of the liquid into the sink and throw the glass in.

Thank God for Google. I read A to Z about cocaine this week when I was chained to the bed by Trisha. It said the purest form of cocaine would be powdery. The crystalline form was actually a much cheaper one and though it keeps you on a high for longer, it was usually mixed with, or rather 'cut with' (in street terms), with other cheaper drugs like quinine and meth.

The powder form is the way to impress the drug dealer as hardly ever one buys it due to cost and 'high time' issues. It's basically a party drug and 'rich guy's drug'.

Plus, I read that the pure powdered form is completely soluble in water and the crystalline form is not. So, I tested it and voila, seems like the best quality ever.

"I'll take it," I say.

"Awesome. So I'll fetch you an eight ball?" He asks and I remember the term from the search last night. An eight ball is a pack of drug weighing 3.5 grams approximately.

"I could've just gone to the Flee Market to get one eight ball, JP. I expected more enthusiasm from you."

He smirks. "All right. Enthusiasm! How much do you want? 10 grams?"

"Aww..." I mock, "is that all you have now? Sucks man... I thought I'd get a dozen eight balls or so. But okay, I'll take it. 10 grams would be enough for the following two days. I'll adjust."

I can see the change in his expressions. I can almost hear his mind voice saying, "Who is this rich bastard?"

"Who did you get supply from before this?" He asks.

Oh, that is a tough question. I have just four gang names with me and if I say the name of the gang JP himself is from, then I'll be in deep shit.

How do I choose a name?

The names Tori Krull, Raven Raven, Killer Denny and Robbin Lundgren swarm in my head. I have to pick one name and I have to do it fast.

I quickly eliminate Killer Denny and Robbin Lundgren because they had/have international connections in the drug world and the cocaine I just tested seemed like it's an international product. It must not have been from Texas. JP should be a part of one of these two groups. His café is nowhere near a college so I'm hoping he isn't from Tori Krull's gang.