Roads: Chapter 34 | Gifted Ones
CC drove, frustrated, back out of town. He didn't need this right now. Brian's frantic call, "CC, I got a kid here, I think he's dyin' man, and I can't call the EMT's or the cops, 'cause, well... Tim y'know... you gotta help me," had set his teeth on edge. Another out for Brian, he'd heard it in his voice, and probably another OD. Why they didn't just tell Tim, with his drugs and his women and his stolen goods, to stay the hell out, was beyond him. Ah well. He'd go out, evaluate the situation, get the OD whatever help he could, or call the police, set Brian up for some more intervention, and get out of there, and back to the Hanson's.
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