Chapter Eighteen-Patch

Patch turned off the shower the next morning, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He swiped his palm over the fog against his bathroom mirror and slid his fingers into his hair. He'd been on edge most of the night after their encounter at Dillon's apartment. 

He'd expected Dillon to be into something, but not anything that would require him to carry around a duffle bag of money, which only brought the question of what was Dillon doing to have that amount of money. 

The South Side came to mind, because Patch didn't put it past Dillon to stoop so low as to get kids addicted to drugs. But he didn't have any proof. Though he planned to get some with Gabriel's help. 

Patch got dressed in the bathroom, and found his door ajar when he walked back across the hallway. Dillon wouldn't be so stupid to sneak into his room again, would he? And Patch didn't think he'd come back over so early in the morning. 

At first, he didn't see anything ou