Acid rolled down the windows of his black SUV and signaled to get it. Andrew got inside the passenger and I behind him.


    “How’d you get through all the blow, already? Why aren’t you going through your boy?” He asked me.


    “That’s not why I’m here.”


    “Mind filling me in then, Andrew?”


    Andrew shrugged, “She didn’t tell me.”


    “What do you want then?”


    “I want to meet Lyle.”


    “What?” Both Acid and Andrew asked in unison.


    “What for?” Acid followed up.


    “He’s your boss, right? I want the thrill of meeting him.”


    “What the fuck is she talking about, Andrew?”


    “Fuck if I know. She’s been doing what she wants lately,” Andrew laughed. “Lyle isn’t someone who’ll give you the time, Ellie.”


    “Your boy is right. You have no business with him.”


    “Call him. I just want to meet him one time.”


    Acid rolls his eyes which I see through the rearview mirror. “Waste of my fucking time,” he said under his breath as he pulled out his phone.


    Lyle answered.


    “Someone’s asking for you,” Acid said. “Andrew’s friend from the other day. Yeah, Elizabeth. I don’t know. Who fucking knows? Are you sure? Yeah, okay.”


    Acid hung up, then turned on the car’s engine.


    “Where are we going?” I asked.


    “Where do you think?”


    -


    Acid pulled into a parking lot of a building in the industrial district of Seattle. To get to the front, he drove around the back first. Trailer trucks were docking into the building as another was leaving. Some of the workers were outside, smoking, probably on a break. As the truck that was undocked drove past us, I caught a glimpse of the driver. A woman, like the workers smoking outside, and the woman who I see is lowering the bay’s door inside the dock.


    “Wait here,” Acid instructed us in front of the building’s entrance as he entered.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    “What are we doing here?” Andrew turned to me. “Do you have a screw loose?”


    “Can’t I cure my boredom?”


    “How will this help?”


    Acid comes out with a slightly shorter man next to him. This man is slim, pale, and well-dressed. His hair is long and slicked back, with the sides cut with a fade. His hair is silver-white. His eyes are a tundra blue.


    A tundra that freezes my body into pure ice when he looks at me.


    Everything inside me tells me to run away.


    My heart.


    My brain.


    My body.


    This was Lyle.


    Lyle eyes me up and down and only me. He didn’t pay attention to Andrew or Acid.


    “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting with?” His voice was deep and strong. Confident.


    “Elizabeth,” I replied weakly. Unsure.


    Lyle eyed me down again. It took everything in me not to curl myself into a ball. “What are you doing here, Elizabeth?”


    “I…I wanted to meet the man Andrew works for.”


    “I don’t mess with little girls,“ He almost turned away, but I stopped him.


    “I’m not a little girl! I can handle myself just fine.”


    Lyle burst into a short laughter. “You’re funny. And why do you want to meet me?”


    “I’m bored. I wanted to see if the myth was real.”


    “So what do you think?”


    “I’m not sure yet.”


    “Acid. Take Andrew inside. Sessions left him a message on the whiteboard. I’d like to get to know our new friend a little better.”


    “C’mon, you heard the man,” Acid signaled with his head.


    Andrew walked past me, puzzled and with a half smirk, but didn’t say anything.


    There’s an urban legend that everyone likes to talk about as a ghost story. Nobody believes it is true. It’s of a person named Sessions. The drug kingpin of Washington. A ghost, a fantasy. It’s a fun tale to believe that a single person is behind the growing drug epidemic of the state. It’s fun to hear all the exaggerated details of the boogieman. A pale man with white hair, closer to looking like a vampire than a human.


    Andrew once said that Sessions is real.


    “I thought you were Sessions,” I said.


    “I was. It’s just a title. The love of my life has it now. What’s the real reason you’re here?”


    I couldn’t tell Andrew the real reason. I already asked about it once and was denied. I couldn’t say what it was in front of him either. Desperate isn’t a good look on me. I didn’t need him thinking that.


    “I tried Winter. Andrew says he can’t get anymore. I thought I could ask the source directly.”


    Lyle laughed. “The vial I gave him wasn’t meant for you. What did it show you?”


    “It doesn’t matter. I want more.”


    “You can’t have more.”


    “I just need one.”


    “It’s not for sale.”


    “Why not? I have the money. I’m good for it.”


    “It’s not about the money.”


    “Then how can I get another one?”


    “Do you know what is it meant to do?” Lyle asked, I shook my head. “It helps fix broken people.”


    “I’m broken.”


    “What did it show you?”


    “That I can be whole.”


    Lyle smiled.


    I get lost in his eyes. They’re similar, like Cody’s, they’re piercing into my soul.


    “I’m not going to sell it to you. You can have another one, but you’ll have to work for it, like everyone else.”


    “I’m not going to sell drugs.”


    “You don’t have to. There’s other things I’d like you to do.”


    “Okay.”