21 KentKent kept his expression neutral.
Trish had checked recent referrals to his unit. Three terse lines about the heist at Good Buds Ranch hadn’t impressed her.
He was lucky she hadn’t canceled their date.
“My nameless guys are plenty interesting,” he told her. “Their haul amounted to more than a few dime bags.”
He outlined how the thieves made off with a year’s harvest from one of the larger state-licensed outdoor m*******a growers.
“What value did the grower put on his loss?” Trish asked.
“He told us he was prepared to fill wholesale orders worth over four million dollars.”
Trish whistled. “No wonder your backwoods sheriff called for help.”
“Sheriff Whitworth is sharp and he usually solves his own problems,” Kent said. “This is the first request we’ve gotten from him. He has a
