In an ideal world Creed wouldn't have to deal with unreliable junkies like Nathan, but in this town they were unfortunately his bread and butter. Well, drug addicts and gambling addicts. He knew there was high risk in dealing with these low lives, which was why he charged an exorbitant interest rate to borrow money from him. Nathan currently owed him a few hundred bucks-- a relatively small amount, which wasn't much cause for alarm in itself. What was
cause for alarm was that Creed had suddenly lost track of the man. That shit pissed him right off. There were few people he respected less than a man who couldn't take responsibility for his own actions.
So it didn't matter that Nathan looked minutes away from death when he saw him walking down the street-- as soon as he spotted him not-so-subtly duck into an alleyway, he was on that ass like spots on dice. He didn't want to cause a scene so he kept his pace until he reached the alley, then casually strolled up behind Nathan, tsk-tsking him as he shook his head slowly.