Chapter 6Tonya spent the next six hours under constant supervision—either by Murphy’s leer or Rhea’s gentle presence—as she made the drugs for Samantha’s shipment. Those, after all, had to be real enough to pass the test with Samantha come morning, even if she’d never get a chance to use them on her cargo. Tonya had to insist that, in spite of her reluctance to deliver on Samantha’s plan, the doses had to look real. Maybe even real enough through a tentative taste test.
“She’s a wild card,” Tonya said. “I don’t know what will happen if I fake anything. So, for once in my career, my goods have to be real.”
“For once?” Rhea mocked with a slightly c****d smile. The memory of the kiss between them, so secret and so salacious, seemed to linger in her expression.
“Maybe I’ve given the real de
