Chapter 17

Joe had gotten a call from his supplier, D.J. He had gotten in a shipment and wanted Joe to come as soon as possible to pick up his portion at a warehouse outside of Phoenix. Joe usually picked up his dope at a restaurant in Phoenix that D.J. used as a front. Joe had asked about the change in location and the hurry. D.J. believed the cops were onto him. He was afraid to move the shipment from the warehouse. D.J. wanted his customers to pick up their product as soon as possible so he could disappear for a while.

Joe couldn’t decide if this was going be his last run or not. He’d been selling weed for two years. The 2008 crash had affected his business at the diner. The only way to keep the place going was to get a side hustle. The drug business was the only thing that was flourishing at that time. Joe had inherited the town diner from his parents. He couldn’t lose it. Business had been so slow that Joe couldn’t pay his business or personal bills.

One night at the diner, a trucker had p