They smoked up on the ride to Modjeska Canyon.
Ben and Chon of course would not confirm that they were looking for a grow house, but now they and Craig had an understanding.
He showed them a fixer-upper on a cul-de-sac. Neighbors separated on each side by small strips of trees and brush. No sight lines. Single level with a basement. Below-market rent because the place was kind of a mess.
“Will the landlord be coming around?” Ben asked.
“Not for five to ten,” Craig answered.
“Drugs?” Ben asked.
He didn’t want to start his operation in a second-generation drug house that the cops already knew about.
Come on, Craig.
“He robbed a bank,” Craig answered.
“Okay.”
“In Arkansas.”
Perfecto.