Callie's POV

"You Quinn?" A guy asked, getting my attention.

"Yeah, are you Jack?" I questioned back, looking at the guy with short black hair and green eyes.

"Yep," Jack answered. "When they said I was meeting a person named Quinn, I was honestly expecting a dude."

"Yeah, well, I'm not a guy," I said, tightening my ponytail. I was wearing black leggings, black t-shirt, and a leather jacket. "Anyway, do you have it? Spider runs a tight schedule."

"Yeah, here," the guy said, pulling his bag off his shoulders.

"We'll switch bags," I said, pulling mine off. I opened it and showed him the bag that had drugs in it. "Open your bag."

Jack unzipped his bag and showed me the cash. I picked up a dollar and examined it while he said," It's real. Promise."

"Okay," I said. "We'll hand off the bags at the same time. Then, we're done here." Jack nodded and I said, "One, two, three!" He threw his bag to me, and I threw my bag to him and took off down the street.

I turned around and saw that Jack had taken off in the other direction. I turned the corner, and got to the end of the alley. I pulled off the bag and set it down. "Two hundred, three hundred, five hundred, thousand, thousand five hundred, two thousand. It's all here." I zipped it back up, and ran down two more streets and reached the house. "Yo, Spider! It's Quinn."

Spider appeared from the beaten down house and said," You got all of it?"

"Yeah, and you promised twenty percent," I said. "So give me four hundred and I'll be out of your hair."

Spider opened the bag and handed me four hundred. "Why don't you stay a little longer, Quinn? You don't have to leave."

He placed his hands on my hips and I pushed them off while saying," No. I've told you before: I run your deals, and that's it. See you tomorrow."

"Later, Quinn, " Spider said, as I walked off with my money. "Hopefully one day you'll change your mind."

"Whatever," I said, as I walked off back to my foster home. I got to my room without waking up my abusive, alcoholic foster father. "Jude, baby, I'm back," I whispered, watching my little brother sit up on his bed.

"Hey, Callie," he said, giving me a hug. "You were gone longer this time."

"Sorry, I had to wait on someone," I said, kissing his forehead. "Don't worry about me. I'm always okay. Here's your money for this week." I handed him fifty dollars. "Now don't lose it. Go to sleep." I took off my jacket and shoes, and curled up with Jude. Falling asleep.

Stef's POV

"Now according to the guy we sent in, this girl goes by Quinn," Detective Johnson said, pointing at a blurry picture of a girl wearing all black. "We're not sure of her exact age, but the guy said that she looked to be a teenager. He only saw her for a second before this so-called Spider made him leave. He said that this Spider character is very dangerous."

"Do we know anything else about this girl?" I asked, lookikmg at the picture. "Why she would be working for a guy like Spider?"

"We're not sure," Detective Johnson answered. "This girl might be getting it for money. Some people run drugs for a certain amount of money from it. Spider might have promised her money for running the drugs and... other things."

"Okay, well this girl might be the key to catching Spider," I said. "So we need to find out as much about her as we can. So, are we sending somelne else in."

"Well, our guy said that she's very wary around men that she deals with," Johnson said. "So we thought of you."

"Why me?" I asked, standing up. "I have a family that I need to come home to. Spider is responsible for tons of deaths. I will not get within one hundred feet of him."

"You won't have to," Johnson said. "Just go in, and talk with Quinn. She never appears to be violent. Just talk to her Foster. Please."

"Will do," I said. "When do I go in?"

"Tomorrow."

-that night-

I stood at the empty corner and Johnson asked through the earpiece,"Stef, can you hear me?"

"Yep," I said, zipping up my jacket. "Could she be in danger with Spider if she takes the fake money?"

"She could, yes," Johnson answered. "But hopefully you can get through to her before she leaves."

"I just don't feel right about this," I said, fidgeting with the bag.

"It'll be okay, Foster," Johnson reassured me.

"You Kat?" I heard a voice ask, making me turn around.

"Yep," I said. "I hope you're Quinn."

"I am," the girl replied, showing no emotion. She had a serious face, but soft brown eyes. She had on black boots, black leggings, black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. She had her curly brown hair in a ponytail. She looked to be about fifteen. "I've never seen any girls around here before," she commented, keeping a straight face. I noticed how her vocabulary and grammar were better than most people that were found dealing on the streets.

"I'm new," I replied, trying to hold the same serious tone.

"You got the money?" Quinn asked me. "Because Spider doesn't mess around with newbies who slip up. You mess up, and you'll be dead by morning. Got it?"

"I got the money," I said, showing her the bag. I unzipped it, and I saw her reach for the bag. Before I could pull it away, she snatched up a bill.

She examined it for a second and then said," Are you a narc? Are you screwing us over? This is fake! You're gonna get me in a crapload of trouble!" She was shouting at me, and a look of almost fear washed over her face.

"No, I'm not trying to get you in trouble," I said. "I'm a detective, and I can help you get away from Spider. I can help you put him away."

"I don't want to put him away!" Quinn shouted. "I don't need to get away from Spider. He doesn't do anything to me! Just go away!" The next second, Quinn took off down an alley, and I started following her. She was fast for a girl in boots. I ran after her, and she took a right leading to an old abandoned place I knew was there.

"Quinn!" I called, looking around.

"Get out of here!" Someone yelled back. It was a man with a deep voice. "Leave Quinn alone!" I turned the corner and looked at a African-American guy, holding a gun. "I said GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Okay," I said, turning around. "Sorry."

"Yeah keep walking and don't ever come back!" He shouted at me, and I took off back down the street.

"Foster! Are you okay?" Johnson asked throught the earpiece.

"I'm good," I said. "But I think I just met Spider. He seems to care for Quinn. Like she's not just a runner to him. I don't think using Quinn will work. But she's young, like fifteen."

"Wow, okay," Johnson said. "Go home, Foster. We'll talk in the morning."

"Okay," I said. "See you in the morning."

Callie's POV

"Are you okay, Quinn?" Spider asked me, as I collapsed on the floor, thinking about how I almost gof caught.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, forcing myself to stand up. "I need to get back home."

"No, you seem scared," Spider said. "Stay here for a minute."

"I really can't," I said. "I have a brother to get back to."

"Right, sorry," Spider said. "We lost some valuable money tonight. Do you think you could double up deals tomorrow?"

"As in, do a day deal?" I asked, handing him back the bag of drugs.

"Yes, that's exactly what i mean," He said very seriously.

"I've never worked a day deal before," I said. "It's really risky. If I get arrested-"

"You won't," Spider said. "This time, you're carrying a gun."

"Spider I can't," I argued, watching as he pulled out a gun.

"Yes you can, Quinn," he said, handing me the gun. "At nine tomorrow, you need to meet a guy named King at the corner of Main and Third. Got it? He's handing off some money. You gonna hand him this gun," Spider said, holding up another gun. "If he gives you any trouble, explain to him that I sent you and that you armed as well. Got it?"

"So this guy isn't a runner?" I asked.

"No, he's the leader," Spider said. "Be careful, Quinn. You're the best runner I got.""

"I will, I always am," I said, walking away towards home.