Chapter 147

Mack

I followed Booker into his office and shut the door. "It's bad?"

Booker nodded. "Yeah."

"Shit." I lowered myself into a chair and took the file Booker handed me. "They're cookin' now?"

"Looks like it. They're pushin' out the Bekhterevs... tryin' to, anyway."

"But fuckin' meth?" I sn...

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