Following Hope's directions, Griffin pulled the Scirocco in front of her uncle's condo. It was a clean, upscale building about twelve blocks from the lake. "Welcome to yuppieville," Hope announced, leaning back against the Scirocco's headrest.
"It looks like a pretty nice neighborhood," Griffin observed.
"Tell that to all the working-class folks who used to live here,"
"Why? What happened to them?"
"Yuppies raised the rents and drove them out," Hope replied.
"Bummer."
"Can we just hang for a minute? I don't want to deal with my uncle's crap right now." She closed her eyes.
"Sure, no problem," replied Griffin, happy to have a few more moments with her. He eyed the glove compartment warily. "What do you think we should do with Conrad's drugs?"
"Well I'm not taking them. I don't even wanna think what would happen if I got caught with that stuff."
Griffin nodded, remembering the neighborhood watch officers' assumption that Hope was hiding drugs. "I don't wanna drive back with it. If I get pulled over I could go to jail." He made a decision and put the car in gear.
"Where we going?" Hope asked, opening her eyes.
"I'm gonna throw it in the lake," Griffin replied.
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