Gold Hill
“ Thursday morning — 8:45 a.m. MT “Where’s Sam?” a young black man said as he walked into the Lipson Construction trailer.
The young man’s anxious eyes scanned the ten by twenty-five foot room.
“He’s meeting with Rodney,” Pete said.
“I’m supposed to meet with them.” The young man looked Pete up and down. “Who are you?”
“I’m Pete. I started as an Assistant Site Manager last week. I’m working on transportation.”
The young man nodded. Pete went back to work.
“Aren’t you going to ask me who I am?...” the young man asked.
“You’re DeShawn Jones,”
Pete said without looking up.
“And how do you know that?”
“You used to sell. I used to buy,” Pete said.
“I knew you looked familiar,” DeShawn said. “You clean?”
“Have you seen me around?”
Pete asked.
“I ain’t . . . ” DeShawn cleared his throat. “I’m not in that life anymore. I did my time and . . . I worked here with Rodney until about six months ago. Me and another guy, Jason Payne.MoreLess
The young man’s anxious eyes scanned the ten by twenty-five foot room.
“He’s meeting with Rodney,” Pete said.
“I’m supposed to meet with them.” The young man looked Pete up and down. “Who are you?”
“I’m Pete. I started as an Assistant Site Manager last week. I’m working on transportation.”
The young man nodded. Pete went back to work.
“Aren’t you going to ask me who I am?...” the young man asked.
“You’re DeShawn Jones,”
Pete said without looking up.
“And how do you know that?”
“You used to sell. I used to buy,” Pete said.
“I knew you looked familiar,” DeShawn said. “You clean?”
“Have you seen me around?”
Pete asked.
“I ain’t . . . ” DeShawn cleared his throat. “I’m not in that life anymore. I did my time and . . . I worked here with Rodney until about six months ago. Me and another guy, Jason Payne.MoreLess
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