Before answering, Fu Tailan pulled a small plastic ziplock bag from his pocket.
He tipped the crinkled green leaf packed with crystal fragments onto a rolling paper, little by little, and said, "Don't mind me — I like the process of rolling it."
Carter nodded and smiled.
"When I was your age, I had to sneak around just to smoke. Times were different back then — none of these dispensaries on every corner like you have now. Getting your hands on it was a whole ordeal. You'd have to ask a friend to find a guy, pay through the nose, and then open it up to find newspaper stuffed inside."
It was the first time Fu Tailan had smiled all day. Carter, it turned out, had a bit of an ordinary human side to him after all.
Fu Tailan lit the roll, took a drag, and asked, "…So what's the stranger part?"
Carter shifted in his seat. "He just put in a commission with the Morgan Family. Once you take over, it'll be yours to handle — no harm in giving you a heads-up now…
