The glass doors slid open behind me. Tuck stepped outside and stood beside me with both hands resting on his waist. I held out my cigarette pack and he took one without saying anything.
I flicked my lighter, and he leaned in.
After taking a long drag, he slowly exhaled toward the evening sky.
"Jon," I said. "Is he still running those idiots?"
Tuck shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Maybe we can talk to him."
Tuck looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Talk? Like, reason with them?"
"I know Jon. We talked a few times back when he used to stop by here."
"He only came to buy cigarettes."
"Maybe." I shrugged. "Hypothetically, where do you think they'd keep Mel?"
He didn't answer immediately. "King's place."
"You think so?"
He nodded. "You remember King, right?"
I took another drag. "Yeah. Jon's right-hand man."
I dropped my cigarette onto the pavement and crushed it beneath my shoe.
"Okay… okay, yeah. Sure."
"What?"
"I've got an idea."
Tuck stared at me. "What?"
