Chapter 193
He flew off his board and crashed onto the grass, rolling twice. The board shot forward, pinged off a lamppost and rolled into the gutter. Elliot groaned, flopped out on his back.
I pinned him in place, leaning my scuffed-up sneaker on a pressure point on the side of his left calf, immobilizing him.
He choked out a pained gasp.
Rohan arrived, kicking his board up to stop. "Nice."
"Thanks."
Rohan squatted down. "Where did you get the Sweet Tooth?"
"Fuck. You."
"Listen, Elliot," Rohan said. "I'm not here to narc you out. But this shit is dangerous and I want it off the streets."
Elliot's cheek was all road-rashy from the fall. His shaggy hair hung in his eyes in sweaty clumps. He was stinky, clearly in pain, and not about to talk.
"Ro," I said softly, shaking my head. My Vulcan immobilizer trick wasn't doing it and we couldn't seriously hurt him. Even if he was sixteen and dealing drugs, I was full up on menacing the underaged.