Honeycomb

“I know a guy.” Poe always knew a guy. He knew a lot of guys. He had a guy for everything.

“A guy,” Ben replied.

“Yep.”

“Who can do what?”

“Oh, you know, this and that. Got a lot of money, a little time. You know how it goes.”

Ben was beginning to feel like maybe he was the stoned one. “I really don’t.”

Poe leaned forward on his elbows, charming crooked grin lighting up his handsome features, the kind of smile that won over everybody who crossed his path. “You give him a little time, he’ll give you a little money.”