A trouble maker.

"Who are you and what makes you think that I will help you?" she asked me wiping the glasses.

"That's because you have no choice. It's either I spread the rumors about your whereabouts which you hate the most or you help me and get paid a few thousand dollars. How does that sound?"

I pulled out the photos from my pants pockets and slammed them on top of the counter.

She picked them up but once she laid her eyes on them she gasped in shock. I knew the reason but I didn't give it a thought and nodded my head positively.

"I--- I --- I can't do that. The person you want me to drug is Xena Hernandez the drug Queen. Do you want to turn my life into a living hell than it already is? It might sound outlandish but she's my dad's sister and the very person who's looking for me. I dare not insult her."

"Isn't that better for you? It's like killing three birds with one stone."