Chapter 74

Travis made a sound of disgust.

“Look, this isn’t working, Dom.”

“What isn’t working?”

“Don’t get pissy,” said Travis, voice antagonistic like he wanted to be the first one to get angry. “You’re not so high-and-mighty anyway. This apartment isn’t working.”

“That’s not my problem, Trav,” said Dom, trying to be calm even as his mind began to race with panic.

“Oh, come on. We go back farther than you and him. Thing is, this landlord doesn’t like me much. He’s an asshole himself, so there you go.”

Dom put his other hand to his head. Damn. Kiko saw the motion and leaned over to twist Dom’s cap off for him; Dom shot him a grateful look and drank.

“What did you do?”

“Oh, it’s me, is it, Dom? Right. Something’s wrong, blame Travis, he’s the fucking problem all the time. The bastard wants me out in a week. A fucking week.”