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CHARLIE
My stomach clenched in a tight knot on the way home. After hearing the dressing down he gave the teenager caught selling drugs, I couldn’t stop freaking out.
He’d face up to five years and a hundred-fifty thousand dollars in fines.
The way he’d growled the consequences at the kid, who’d been quaking in his boots at that point, proved he was more than serious. While he’d clearly been trying to scare the kid straight, he’d also meant every word.
I felt as if he hadn’t been speaking to the teenager, but to me.
Me, the adult. Me, the adult who was pretty much peddling ridiculous quantities of ketamine, better known as Vitamin K, on the streets. Well, I wasn’t on the street corner swapping it for cash, but it was pretty much the same thing.
I was the one who would be facing ti
