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“I solicited them once tonight. Anymore, and you’ll have a heart attack,” he joked. “As for the rest, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Gene gave him a fist bump.
“Oh, and I also have their rap sheets pulled up, and I made notes on the back of their photos. You might want to hear them.”
Oh, he did.
“What did you find?”
Ethan shared.
“They all have records, and Bullet, aka Miles, has a drug record a mile long, but something piqued my interest,” he admitted.
Oh, well, if it piqued his interest, that meant it would pique Gene’s too.
That’s when he saw what Ethan had scribbled on the back of his picture.
“Manufacturing and trafficking? Oh, he’s likely going to be the one who is getting handed the drugs and then ballooning them for transport. Once a drug dealer, always a drug dealer,” he stated.
Ethan believed that too.
“He’s coming back on his own, so we can just wait to get him.”
That was a good plan.
When they heard a tap, they turned, finding the masked Marine in the doorway.
“I didn’t want to get a gun pulled on me,” he admitted, coming in. “One of you seems twitchy and shoot-y,” he said, staring at Gene.
It made him laugh.
“You’re not wrong.”
When Lewis saw the man in the chair, it looked like his face hit the floor a few times.
Roughly.
“Did he put up a fight?” he asked.
Both men knew the answer to that.
“YES,”they said together.
The Marine found that amusing, especially when the guy started waking up, and Gene pistol-whipped him again, knocking him out.
“I hope you got what you needed,” Lewis said, pulling out zip ties and handing them to Gene.
Together, they bound his arms and legs.
“Oh, we got plenty,” he admitted. “Don’t worry about that. We have the five people we need to handle this, and we think we know the drug connection. Miles Radcliff has a manufacturing charge. What better person to handle it than him?”
Lewis would take their word for it.
He didn’t solve shit.
No.
He was pointed at a problem and handled it. That was how he did his job.
