JACK'S JUSTICE

Chapter 7

   "I'm not sure about this Jack, what if you get into trouble for a crime you're not actually committing..."

"Geez you really got your father's blood in you". Mrs Anne said with her hands akimbo.

"No mom, I won't get into trouble".

"There's no other choice than drawing close to them to discover their hideout". Jack said as he took off the pillows from the couch.

"Well, if you find out about their location, you're gonna involve the Police right? Mrs Anne asked.

  She kept making short steps in abit to follow Jack around who was giving the living room a little bit of indecency.

"Yes... Necessarily" Jack replied.

"Jack! You know..."

"Hold on mom, he's calling". Jack interrupted.

"He's almost here mom, stay away as far as possible..."

"Oh and please don't try anything funny about this. Jack added.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang. Jack waited for his mother to go out of sight before he opened.

"Is this the house of Mr J..."

"Oh of course it's you". Owen said as he raised his head and beheld Jack.

"Here's the delivery!" He added.

"Uhhh, come in" Jack gestured welcomly.

"Why would I have to do that..." Owen next couple of blinks became rapid.

Obviously you can carry this" He added sternly.

"W...well, you could share my drink". Jack shrugged.

"I've got a bottle to spare. Jack said still gesturing.

  The living room was not quite the typical appearance hoodlums loved to dine in but it was good enough to improve Owen's Interest for a possible deal in drugs.

"Okay then!" Owen said.

  He slowly dropped the flour on the table feeling a bit impressed as he glanced round.

"Is that airplane?" Owen asked.

"Airplane?" Jack asked confusedly.

"Yeah, Marijuana or weed" Owen said softly.

"Oh, is that the slang for it?" Jack asked.

"Well yeah... It has many slangs though, we call it "Airplane"...

"You know... because it makes you high and Airplanes are high".  Owen said pouring wine into a glass.

"Oh riiiight!" Jack said.

"Yeah it...it is just local weed" Jack retorted.

"Wow really... How about The big C?

"Do you take it?" Owen smirked.

"Cocaine?" Jack asked.

"Yeah". Owen replied.

Jack glimmered, this was the opportunity he planned for.

"I would really love to get it, but I don't know any supplier".

"And a very discreet one". Jack winked.

"Discreet you say?" Owen scoffed.

"For someone who is quite careless about it?" He sipped his drink.

"You want a discreet supplier?" Owen asked after a momentary silence.

"No, am not careless about it, am sure you take it too". Jack said taking a little sip.