Page 183 of Sticks and Stones
The second he said it, he knew they were screwed if this got out of hand.
Oh, shit.
Gabe closed his eyes, and his mind was going a mile a minute as he tried to wade through this mess again.
He was under the impression that they had handled this in Colombia, and they’d stopped it.
Now, he had to figure out if it was an ongoing problem, or if it was a fluke.
“Snow?” he asked, repeating it.
Greyson glanced over at him.
The look said it all.
“Yes. What do you want us to do? Like I said, this seems like it is more than just trafficking. This has more potential to blow up in our faces. How big of an issue is this new drug?”
Gabe was quiet.
“Are you alone?” he finally asked.
Gene was honest.
“No, I’m with Greyson. We’re in Ethan’s car, heading to the morgue, but it’s only the two of us.”
Gabe sighed.
“Gentlemen, I’m going to read you into some information that is classified. You are not having this conversation because it is need to know.”
They both waited.
Gene was glad that Gabe was reading them in.
Now, he didn’t have to lie to Greyson to protect his source—Elizabeth.
“A few months ago, we had a CIA operation in conjunction with the FBI in Colombia. An agent was sent in to find a drug cartel who was pumping out a drug called Snow like it was spring water.”
Gene listened, and he knew who that agent was.
Elizabeth.
“This agent managed to find the source, and they systematically took out the drug dealer, with the help of the US military. Snow shouldNOTbe here, for all intents and purposes, the seller has been eradicated. It should have been shut down.”
“Well, maybe it’s not Snow,” Greyson said. “How will we know?”
Gabe was to the point.
There was only one way.
Well, two.
They needed to test it, or they needed someone to accidentally get dosed, like Elizabeth had. The first was the way he’d prefer.
“If you find it, I need a sample sent to me, and I’ll have it tested here. Don’t get it on you, and don’t breathe it in. It’s highly problematic.”
Greyson was confused.
So, he did what he did best.
