But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty due to the pandemic, the rules of the street had only gotten sharper.
“You think because the courts are closed, the debt is closed?” Monet’s voice crackled over a burner phone. She was calling from a masked number, her tone a low, velvet-wrapped blade. “You owe me, St. Patrick. And I collect, pandemic or not.” Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020
The man laughed, then coughed. Brayden instinctively reached for a hand sanitizer clipped to his belt. The tension broke for a split second, a surreal, darkly comic moment. Here they were, playing a life-or-death game of drug-dealer chess, while a global pandemic made every handshake a potential death sentence. But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty