A MATCH MADE IN HELLFIRE///e.m

Reefer Rick

"SO YOU'RE TELLING ME...
That, Chrissy Cunningham, was killed... by Eddie. And you think he might be on the run and hiding somewhere?" Steve said leaning on the counter with his elbow. "Yes. I know it sounds crazy but hear us out." Dustin said, looking at Sam. "What? Why are you looking at me?" Sam's arms were crossed, and her eyes were squinted. Dustin rolled his eyes and looked back at the computer. Sam tried to listen but she was way too confused to even try to comprehend what Dustin was trying to say.

"Like Dustin said, it sounds crazy but it's not, not crazy? I think we should just call around and ask who's seen Eddie recently." Max said, looking at them all.

"Yeah, okay. That's fine just, leave me out of it alright? I'm testing my luck today with the ladies." Steve said, running his fingers through his hair and fixing his shirt. "Right. Uh, okay so we just call random numbers? Until we find something.." Sam said picking up a phone. "Yes, exactly." Dustin said.

Twenty minutes have gone by and nothing. No one has seen Eddie or heard from him since the party. Sam hung up her last phone, she was done trying, she thought she'd watch Steve try it with the ladies for a bit. He tried giving a girl Doctor Zhivago, which backfired on him immediately when she told him she had a boyfriend.

"I have a lead!" Max shouted, Dustin and Robin slammed their phones down. Sam turned around and ran toward Max. "Seriously?" Dustin asked.

"Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick? And sometimes Eddie crashes there." Max said.

"Haha, holy shit I remember Reefer Rick, crazy guy but, uh I haven't seen him in a while," Sam said, she immediately shut her mouth when they looked at her confused. "Right... anyways. Sounds promising. Where does Reefer Rick live?" Robin asked. "See that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know."

"Legend he is... But he is real. And, I know where he lives," Sam said. "What?? Where?!" Dustin yelled. "Yeah well how what about a last name maybe we can just look for an address," Max implied. "What? What do you mean? I just said I know where he lives."
Sam yelled, putting her arms up in confusion.

"I mean c'mon Max has a point Sam. How sober were you when you last saw Reefer Ricks house?" Dustin asked. "True." Sam said putting her arms down. "Cops might know." Steve implied.

"What?" Everyone asked, turning toward Steve. "I mean. If this guy really is a drug dealer, don't you think that he's been busted and that he's already in the system?" Said Steve leaning on the other side of the desk. "No. Wha-" Dustin said squinting his eyes at Steve. "Well, I just thought-"

"No. Steve, no more thinking or words out of you." Sam said, shaking her head. "And maybe we'd have more luck finding him if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend, and spend more time trying to find Eddie!!" Dustin yelled at Steve. "Somebody has to attend to the customers!" Steve shouted back.

"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin winked at Steve. "HEY! Not fair. Okay? I attend to all the customers equally, babes and non-babes alike," Steve said as a customer walked in. "We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people."

"Yeah. It can be." Robin said turning around swiftly and taking a seat in the computer chair. "What are you doing?" Max and Sam asked. "Maybe we don't need a last name." Robin began typing on the keyboard. "Twelve Ricks already have accounts here." Robin said staring at the computer screen.