Oliver took a look at Nelson's library account. It had been months since he'd seen his drug dealing friend. It wasn't like he got out there anymore to buy anything from him. He'd quit that some time ago, but he did try to see him, occasionally. Only the weeks slipped into months and it had been forever, or so it seemed.
His books were overdue. No dvds. Just books on building things. Something about electricity. Just old books that no one had a hold on.
He called Nelson's number and got a recording that his phone had been disconnected. This made Oliver a bit uneasy. It wasn't like Nelson not to have a working number. Thats how his operation worked. He was always just a phone call away. Had the cops been on to him? Was in jail? Or had he left town?
"I need to check on Nelson." Oliver told Bex.
"What for?" Naturally, she gave him that look that she didn't trust Nelson or was it she didn't trust him when it came to Nelson?
"I just want to know if he's all right, you know," Oliver said, knowing Bex would never realise how close their friendship was. He just wasn't his friend when he needed him. They talked. Nelson was down right one wise dude.
"I hope nothing happened to him." Oliver bit his bottom lip. "I hear about all these shooting on the north side of Omaha, and they're always decent black guys, usually with families who have never done anything wrong, who get killed in these drive by shootings. Its awful. I'd hate for something bad to happen to Nelson. He's a good man. What if-" Oliver didn't want to think about Nelson getting shot.
He knew Bex could never see it his way.
"Just stay out of it," She looked at him concerned. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Please, leave him alone."
Her words were so powerful when she'd said them at the kitchen table. She'd told him again at work. He guessed she was right, but he couldn't stop worrying about Nelson and where he might be.