I had to groan. “Great… just great.”
“They’re your pills, Baptiste? You’re a tabber?”
“What the fuck is a tabber?”
“Oh… sorry… I’ll translate that into old man… a ‘drug addict’.”
“I’m going to kick your ass, Matt.”
“No,” Kayla said, “I’m going to handle this one.” She walked over to the door. “Give me the pills, Matt.”
“What’ll you give me for them?”
She shoved him against the wall. “Give me the pills.”
“Easy, Kayla… calm down already.”
“Just give me the pills.”
“I don’t have them.”
“You swallowed ’em without even knowing what they are?”
“As if I don’t know… you think I’ve never seen Bronson and Zach’s maple leaf soda before?”
“Well that was all I had,” I said. “And you just used them. You piece of shit.”
Matt laughed. “Nice try, Baptiste. I know you’ve got more of those hidden somewhere. You found their lab and some huge stash.”
“You really are an idiot.”
“Sometimes… but not this time. I know what I’m talking about. The Walker boys used to make unregulated E with maple leafs on them… they had a lab somewhere outside town… Bronson Walker heads off to Montreal for some kind of business and never makes it home… and meanwhile, no one seems to have found the lab…”
“But Zach Walker was still here,” Kayla said. “What kept him from coming and cleaning out this giant stash?”
“Maybe Zach didn’t know where the lab was… or maybe he was going to go but couldn’t figure out a way to get past our gates…”
“Maybe you’ve swallowed too many pills,” I said.
“Whatever Baptiste… I know what I know…”
“Not all that much,” Kayla said.
“Whatever,” Matt said again.
He gave another smirk and left down the hallway.
Kayla came back in and sat down on her bed. “Is this as big a mess as I think it is?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “The problem is that Matt’s ass is directly attached to Justin’s prick, so…”
“Come on, Baptiste… that homophobe shit again…”
“I’m old and out of touch, Kayla. You should have heard the things my grandma would say about black people…”
“Your grandma?”
“Yes… my Scottish grandma… she taught me all about Drambuie, black pudding and how to not trust the darkies. I was a confused teenager…”
Kayla grinned. “You always know how to make me feel better.” She tapped on the bed beside her. “Come sit.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.
“Just close the door first… then come sit…”
“I don’t think so.”
“What is it? I don’t understand.”
“What about Sara?”
“I’m not interested in a threesome. Not today, anyway…”
“I’m serious. We’re still together.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Come on.”
“Sorry,” she said. “Just sit down and talk to me…”
“Maybe later, okay?”
“Yeah… sure…”
“No… really, Kayla. Later.”
She nodded and stood up. “Later, Baptiste. And when you pull your next batch out of that secret drug stash of yours… save some for us to try out together.”
Kayla Fucking Burkholder. She wanted me for some ungodly reason.
And Kayla isn’t the type of girl who gives up.
I knew Matt would be a problem, that it was only a matter of time before he told Justin about his suspicions. I couldn’t even guess what would happen when Justin found out about a hidden drug lab, but I had a feeling whatever it was wouldn’t bring us all closer together.
He’d either use it to score points, telling anyone who’d listen about Baptiste the unstable drug addict, or, more likely, he’d start searching, and not give up until he’d found the underground school bus and the treasure inside.
And then, knowing him, if he had drugs he’d sell them, especially the meth. He’d send it to Detour Lake, to The Souls in Timmins, to anywhere that had something to trade, and in the process he’d probably get us thrown right into the middle of a drug war. Assuming that one of his customers didn’t simply decide to drop in and take his supply and leave two dozen corpses floating in McCartney Lake.
The more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed that Justin would find a way to get us all killed.
I had to make sure he didn’t find the drugs.
And I’d need help.
Lisa and Graham still hadn’t returned from their trip to Helena to tow back the combine harvester, and I was tempted to just tell Sara and see if she’d help me for the greater good, but I heard her arguing with Fiona of all people, so I knew she wasn’t in a charitable mood.
I thought of telling Kayla the whole story, what little she hadn’t already put together, but I wasn’t as confident as I needed to be that she wouldn’t pass the information on to Matt. Truth is I don’t know her as well as Sara does, and there must be something to how much Sara hates her, even if I can’t see it.
There must be something. Otherwise… if Kayla’s as good as she seems lately… well, things won’t end well with Sara and I.
So I waited, finding menial tasks do keep myself busy and to try and look less like a man trying to keep a secret.
Lisa and Graham didn’t return until the sun had already set, and Fiona was already trying her hand at black bean enchiladas.
I wanted to pull them over to the side and talk to them, but one thing I’ve learned is that there’s really no way to do that when everyone’s downstairs waiting to eat.
So I waited, and we all waited, and then we ate, and as I stuffed my face full of black beans, goat cheese, and window-box cilantro, I thought about just how much colder it was getting outside as evening headed into night.
I got my chance at Lisa when she quietly excused herself from the table and headed toward the stairs. I made up a lame excuse about needing to check something on my tablet I’d left upstairs, and followed her up.
“You after something?” she asked as we reached the top.
“I need your help,” I said quietly. I nodded toward her room.
She laughed. “I don’t help with that kind of thing.”
She led me to her bedroom, but stood just inside the door.
“What’s today’s drama?” she asked.
“I have a drug problem.”
“I know. Just stop taking those heart pills and life will improve for the rest of us.”
“I found a school bus buried up Murphy Road. Some kind of lab, filled with MDMA and meth. Kayla told me it belonged to Dave Walker’s boys.”
“You told Kayla where to find a crapload of narcotics?”
“She doesn’t know I found the lab. But she did find some of the ecstasy.”
“So you brought it back here?”
“I took a bag of each… just to have it… in case of… uh…”
“In case of you’re an idiot?”
I nodded. “And Kayla saw the ecstasy.”
“And so you need me to kill her and dump her body in a snowbank? I can do that…”
“We need to bring the rest of the drugs back here and hide them.”
“Because you’re an even bigger idiot than I could have imagined?”
“Because Matt found the ecstasy Kayla took. And somehow he’s figured out where I got it.”
“So Kayla told him you gave her drugs? Your reputation’s taking a godawful shit-kicking.”
“I know…”
“And if Justin Porter finds out about this…”
“Can you help me, Lisa?”