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It was in an alley behind a bar. Everything had been planned by the DEA and they knew the Baltimore Police Department’s Internal Affairs officers had been watching her for a week. Tonight was the night she was going to be arrested.
The same four young people she’d partied with two or three times before were waiting for her to bring them treats.
Cam chuckled and unzipped her jacket pocket. “Who deserves some of this?” She withdrew a small silver packet from her pocket.
“Me!”
“I do!”
The four held up their hands like hungry school children. They’d played this game the last time Cam had been there and been rewarded with two lines apiece, free of charge.
“Wait.” Cam closed her fist around the packet. “Who’s she?”
There was a new face in the crowd. A fifth face. This one just as young and fresh, dressed in the same way, but somehow, oddly out of place.
“This is Terry. She’s our new friend.” Chris was at Cam’s side, holding onto her arm.