Chapter 5
He recalled only hours ago when he saw Rox for the first time. Since then he’d learned that he was street-smart, good-looking, and not afraid of anything or anyone. As usual, Dezi walked in talking big and cracking wise, and without ever knowing anything about Dezi, Rox had sized him up pretty quickly and called him rich boy. The way he said it, he made it sound like a disease instead of a way of life. Buthe was right on the money. He never knew what a slur that was until now. It felt almost as bad as “trailer trash.”