Chapter 111

Meanwhile, the other person they'd just been chatting about—Michael—was stuck in a hospital room, cut off from the outside world. His room was on full lockdown. No one in or out. Michael kept yelling, his voice hoarse: "I need to see Dustin! Get me Clayton!" And just like every other time, no reply. He'd been screaming for days straight, going from angry to half-desperate, and still got nothing back. That creeping sense of unease in his chest was growing by the minute. Man, what the hell had he gotten tangled up in? Clayton had asked him to help get in touch with Dustin, which showed how badly he wanted that batch from Victor. But now? This whole deal hadn't even gone anywhere, and somehow Michael'd ended up locked in some goddamn hospital? And Clayton, in all this time, hadn't even come looking? This was the South District—Clayton's turf. If he'd really tried to check in, how could days go by and still no sign? Only two possibilities. One, Clayton had problems of his own and just coul