“There’s some in my room,” Billy admitted. “Not a lot, but enough. What about your room?”
“No drugs. We did them all the other night, but all my pipes are there.”
“Damn. We’re really screwed. I’ve got a little in my room, too.” He balled his fists and turned around quickly. “Why the hell is this happening?”
“It’s too late to worry about the whys. Now we should be thinking of the what nows!” Cam reminded them.
“We can’t go back to the house,” Neil decided.
“Do you think Rosie would know where we can crash?”
“Preston will have to call her and find out. I think we should all lie low for a while,” Neil said, looking at the others in the room. Everyone nodded.
Neil went over to the cabinet and opened the doors.
“Well, at least we’ve got your coke,” he said with a sigh. There were still a large supply of packets lying in there on one shelf but only three on another. “How much did you want?” he asked Cam.
“Six bags of coke,” she answered.