I dunno Yet

Chapter 9

Ryley went to prison and I find myself at Lial's, a nine year old that loves to gamble, steal, cheat, and lie. But, three years ago he met Ryley and they became friends and still I'm trying to warm up to the little brat.

I pull open the doors of a giant warehouse, walking into the dakness, not bothering in finding a light. I've only over been here once and I didn't like it.

The door closes behind me the noise echoing through the building.  I walk through the dark towards another door that I know is there. I hear footsteps around me, the lights are turned on blinding me for a second, but I dont react.

Sighing I turn away from the door and have to look down at the miniature gang of criminals. The one closest to me is glairing, looking angry, he's almost five feet tall, but not quite there yet. I put my hands on my thighs  squatting down go get eye to eye with him.

"What are you doing here?" The little guy demands.

"Don't you already know?  Where is the little squert anyway?"

He  looks really angry with me when he points to the room I had been heading to.

"Good." I turn around and as I'm  putting my hand on the door handle, I hear the kid, "He's playing poker, he'll be angry if he looses and most likely blame it on you."

"Thanks for telling me." I say annoyed that I am still here,  opening the door I find that the lights in the room are dim and there are a group of four men, two men and a boy, sitting at a round table, stacks if poker chips beside each of them and some in the center, with cards in hand.

I casually walk up to the table, two of the men glimps up from there game, "well well, if it isn't Jaramy Parlous."

"In the flesh."

The man that had been talking has black hair slick back and is wearing a black suit, with a red scarf wrapped around his neck, his name is Pete Grace.

"What can we do for you?" Asks another man named Daniel Farle with blond hair spiked in all different directions, he has on a sweater from what I can see.

I don't get to answer when a brown haired man in a black hoody with the  words, Sammy Boy, on the front in bold bright blue letters asks, "how's your sister."

I glare at him, not answering and look back at Daniel, "I actually wanted to talk to Lial." The little brat turns and looks at me, "Why?" I just glower at him, he holds up a hand,"hang on, lemmy finish this hand."

They all go back to looking at there cards, Lial grins as Pete who is to the right of Lial places his bet. Lail goes all in, every one else shift in there seats.

Laying down there cards they all say what they have, in the end Lial wins, "Lucky me."

"You're  a damned cheat. I don't know why I play with you anymore." Sam says.

Lial doesn't say anything to Sam or any of the other men, he stands up and waves his hand toward to door. Without turning back they all clear out, leaving Lial and I to talk.

"What is it you want," but I don't get to answer, "Aden? Who's that?"

"A guy Ryley meets in prison, she's  going to bring him home. Get out of my head so I can ask you a favor. Can you keep an eye on him? For Ryley, of course."

"For Ryley? Yeah sure." He waves his hand in the air.

"Okay, I'm going to go pick her up later, can you be at the house around," I look at my watch, "two?"

"God that's early in the morning. Yeah."

"Good." I turn around and leave, knowing the bastard is listening to my thoughts. Once I get back to my truck without getting anything stolen from me by one of the munscins, I look at my watch it is eight minutes past twelve, "I'm late." I whisper to myself, starting the truck and driving toward the prison, that isn't too far from the city.

Only to see Ryley with her dark brown hair pulled up, wearing an orange suit that looks nothing like something she would wear, dragging Aden also wearing an orange suit, he has light curly brown hair, blowing into his face as Ryley draggs him to the truck and they climb into the back not saying anything to me. I drive home.