Grayson Pitts

Carry Out

“Let’s just say you’ve reached your deductible.” He struck his hand out, holding a small, black notebook wound tight by a leather fashion. “All the details are inside. You have a half hour to memorize them. Then I’ll come back in, make sure you’re ready, and we’ll cook it together.” He looked to a sink in the corner, a pitch of lighter fluid sitting where the soap would be. The drain was covered in soot.