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Hank ignored Kevin and turned to me.

“I want to talk to you,” he clipped.

He stalked through the pot path and I followed him into Kevin’s kitchen, which was also filled with pot plants.

Hank glanced around and then turned on me.

“What inthefuck?” he asked.

“How’m I supposed to know what the fuck? I thought he was calling about Pepper Rick, the guy who kidnapped me. I didn’t know anything about this.”

Hank stared at me for a beat and then looked to the ceiling.

“What’re you gonna do?” I asked.

“I’m callin’ it in,” he answered in a no-nonsense cop tone.

Uh-oh.

“Can we take the plants back to Rosie’s first and call it in from there?” I suggested.

Hank stared at me incredulously as if I’d just asked for permission to run the world and make every Tuesday International Pink Champagne Day.

I guessed that was not going to happen.

“Okay then, can the police take the plants and leave Kevin?” I tried an alternate. “They aren’t his plants. He’s just looking after them as a concerned environmentalist.”

Hank put his hands to his hips.

I sucked some air into my nostrils and then let it out. “How much trouble is he in?”

“Indy, do you have any idea how much this shit is worth?”

I looked around. I’d seen pot. I’d been around people smoking pot. I’d even shared a few joints myself in my wild past. But I had no idea.

“Uh, no,” I answered.

“He’s in a lot of trouble.”

I was afraid of that.

We followed the pot path back to Ally and The Kevster. The Kevster looked freaked. Ally had clearly cottoned on to the seriousness of the matter.

“What are you gonna do?” she asked Hank.

He walked right by her and out the door, pulling out his cell.

“This isn’t good,” I said to Ally.

“Why’d you bring a cop here?” Kevin whined.

“He’s my bodyguard. I keep getting shot at and kidnapped,” I told him.

The Kevster stared at me. This news always brought the same amazed look to everyone. Then again, it was amazing.

Then Kevin said, “Tim’s dead. I heard it on the news. Rosie fucked us all.”

This was true. Quiet little Rosie, the Coffee Guy, had fucked us all.

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