Chapter 239

“Alright, babe,” Zayd says, turning and throwing his arms wide to indicate the massive living room with the floor to ceiling windows, the huge taxidermic elk head over the stone fireplace, and the modern furniture with just a hint of cowboy to it. Yeah, Billy Kaiser’s style is definitely not my style, but I can appreciate it. Well, okay, I can appreciate everything but the decapitated animal head. Just not my thing. “We have our own c****-bar aka c******s bar for those who just don’t do alcohol. If I may make a recommendation …” Zayd scans across the impressive array of m******na products. There are edibles, joints, tinctures, vape pens, all sorts of stuff.

Legal age for both booze and m******na is twenty-one in California. I’d be worried about the cops raiding this place if I didn’t think they’d probably already been paid off.

“A recommendation, huh?” I ask, because I’ve actually never tried p*t before. Like, ever. Yes, I know, I’m the epitome of the quiet study hound,