Sam, the so-called “Queen of the Gutter Rats,” had more than earned her title. If something needed to be found, bartered for, or quietly stolen, Sam was the one who could make it happen. Scat was desperate, Tony was sick, and antibiotics were his only hope. There was only one person Scat could turn to. Sam listened, considered, and nodded. She could help, but it would cost Scat dearly. They’d have to go to the mall and deal with the pharmacist.