"Ask away. I asked for cigarettes already. I'm not sure they'll let me indulge in more than one vice at a time," Reece said with a nod. "But I'll gladly help you finish off whatever you get your hands on." He took another bite of his food, not worrying who he might be aligning himself with. He was used to everyone who found their way to him being bad news, plus he was surrounded by former inmates. Everyone was bad news. "Lexington. Pretty sure they had a laugh when they got to move me from a holding cell to the bus to the big house."