He looked from her to Neil. “Come on inside and I’ll get your stuff.” He turned and walked back into the building. Cam let Neil go first and she followed behind as she wiped her hand on her jeans.
The first door led to a short hallway. If Ken’s men had been watching, they no longer were. The door at the end opened into a large room filled with paper-wrapped packages and cartons. Two men were working in there. A table in the center of the room held a digital scale, several plastic bags, and other drug-related paraphernalia. High powered rifles were leaning up against the other worktables.
“How much do you need?” Ken asked.
“Fifty grams should hold us for the week,” Neil answered.
“I’ve only got thirty packaged. I can give you twenty more in bulk, but you’ll have to package them yourself.”
“That’s not a problem. The new source for the cocaine sends everything in bulk. I’m getting really good in not losing anything.”