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“There’s a big market for flesh,” Kip stated. “We got close, but we kept missing. Somehow, we were always off the mark. That’s when we found out aboutBull’s Biker Bar,and put it under surveillance. Word was that the patrons are the transporters and hang out there. Only, we couldn't get inside without risking it, and we couldn’t confirm it. That’s why we never followed up.”
Oh, but they didn’t warn Corbin of that?
Seriously?
Kip kept talking.
“We think they used the bikers because they move from city-to-city, and they transport the abducted victims to wherever they are going. They’re likely making money, or something, doing it.”
Oh, he bet.
Gene recalled from when he’d been there with Ethan. They had some broken men being used in there by the whole bar.
The guy Renegade had been using looked strung out, and used up. Now, he wished he’d done something. Who knew where that guy was now?
What perplexed Gene was how no one ran for it. Not one of the men in the bar being used for sex tried to escape. How did Renegade make that happen?
There was only one thing he could think of to accomplish that.
“Are there drugs involved?” he asked, taking a stab at it.
Payton nodded.
“Yeah, but again, we can’t confirm it. Word on the street is that the men were mules. The bikers were using them, and giving them to their buyers, packed full of drugs. Again, that’s not corroborated.”
So that made Gene curious.
Did the three sets of remains belong to men who were killed for shits and giggles after they were repeatedly used for sex, or had some of the drugs that caused this?
Again, they needed toxicology.
And soon.
Reed Peterson was getting a visit next.
Rip picked up where Payton ended.
“From what one of our street sources said, the bikers used the hell out of the men, and if they died, they dumped them. If they didn’t, they were passed off to a buyer, where they would retrieve the‘package’.”
Greyson went there.
“How are they being used as mules? Willing ones with the drugs on them, or in them?” he asked.
Rip shared what the street sources were saying.
“Chances are, they are swallowing lubed-up balloons filled with the drug. It’s an old-school technique used by Colombian drug lords. Again, that’s only what the other streetsellers are saying. Is it true? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t put it past them.”
God.
This was a mess.
Corbin’s case was just scratching the tip of the iceberg on this one, and most of the information was hearsay.
“What’s the drug of choice?” Greyson asked, curiously. “What are your informants saying?”
Kip pulled out his phone, and scrolled through the pictures. Then, he handed it to him.
“That it’s a new drug that is coming out of South America. It’s like cocaine, but it’s got a meaner side to it. Think roofie meets an aphrodisiac. It’s called Snow, or that’s what our street sources are saying. When people are on it, there’s a euphoric feeling and lack of any kind of willpower. We haven’t come across it yet, personally, but supposedly, it’s here.”
