Page 18 of Intoxicating Pursuit

Addiction

THE USER

H e was out again. How could he be out? He shook the baggie violently over the mirror, but only the finest dusting of powder fell out. He wiped it up with his fingers and ran it over his gums.

He needed cash and more coke, but they’d taken his car. His goddamn car! How the hell was he supposed to buy more without a fucking car? Did these people not have a shred of business sense? For that matter, how was he supposed to get where he needed to go for the brewery?

Think, goddamnit . If he could just think clearly, he knew he could fix this, but the fog of need was thick in his mind.

He logged onto the computer and maxed out his last credit card on a rental car.

There. That was a first step. That was good.

He clicked a few more buttons, made a phone call, and set everything in motion. Supplies should be in his hands within the hour. Knowing relief was on the way, he felt a little calmer. He locked the office, put the most senior staff member in charge, and hurried out the door.