CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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M y Little Rabbit raced back into the building, and I wondered what business brought her to the Sheriff’s Department.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to wait and find out.
Mindlessly, I palmed the used syringe in my coat pocket. It had been easy enough to get my hands on some drugs. In fact, I stumbled upon a small stash of something called Thumper by happenstance and confiscated a few vials for myself.
While obtaining it might have been effortless, dosing someone with it had proven to be quite toilsome.