A case of racism

Chapter 58

"Can I tell you something but promise you won't be mad?" I asked Karma.

"What?" She looked over at me.

"Sometimes I feel like what we're doing is pointless." I shrugged.

"Why?"

"What will I do when I find them?"

"Take them to the police?"

"And tell them what? We've nothing against them."

"What you found in Ryan's house."

"It doesn't prove anything, if anything I would be the one who'll get in trouble after I get them the drugs."

"Then we won't do anything," she shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I gave her a questioning look.

"You'll just deliver them a massege."

"A massege?"

"Yeah, I wrote something for them. You'll just tell them it."

"I did all that just to tell them a massege?" I scoffed.

"You can record them. And show it to the police." She shrugged.

"We really don't know what we're doing Karma." I shook my head.

"Trust me, everything will fall into place."

"I don't think so."

"When will the party be?"

"Next Thursday, I think."

"Where will you leave the drugs?"

"In Ryan's house." I remember David telling me this.

"I can't believe we will have to go get it tomorrow." I sighed.

"I think it'll be alright." She smiled trying to comfort me.

"I really hope so," I said thoughtfully.

"I'll go now. I'm pretty sure they're already in the diner waiting for me." I smiled at her and went to the door.

I put on my headphones as I walked to the diner hoping that the music would stop my thoughts from going in a dark place.

"Hey," I smiled at David as I sat across from him.

"Hey," He gave me a smirk as he looked up from his phone. I wanted to ask him why he lookes so tired but didn't want to make him feel bad.

"Are you planning to leave your beard forever?" I chuckled.

"Does it look bad?" He asked his hand moving to his face.

"No, no, of course not. I was just asking."

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"I'm here." Zed appeared out of nowhere and sat on the chair next to me.

"Now, what?" He looked between us.

"We're going tomorrow." David sighed rubbing his eyes.

"Do you trust the man we're going to get it from?" I asked him.

"I think?" He said unsurely.

"Great," I huffed.

"Do you have the money?" Zed asked him.

"Yupp,"

"How much is it?" I asked.

"A lot,"