Page 161 of Sticks and Stones

Gene lifted a brow.

“An aphrodisiac?” he asked.

Kip nodded.

“Yes, but worse. Apparently, the drug makes you numb, and all you want to do is fuck. Word on the street is that it’s getting easier to get. Can you imagine what will happen if that goes mainstream? We’re looking at a shitshow in Vice.”

No, he couldn’t, because he couldn’t imagine being a scumbag who raped drugged up victims.

Unfortunately, it fit what he and Ethan saw at the bar. The men who were servicing the bikers looked like they were on something. You had to be to take all that dick from those bikers. They’d seen men lying on the pool table ready for more.

Why did this sound like something the FBI should have known about?

Well, he was about to ask some questions, just not to these two.

Gene glanced over.

“I need to make a call,” he said, knowing who he could reach out to for any information. There was one person who would know about this drug, and sex trafficking.

His partner in this got it. Something the cops said got Gene thinking, and that would only benefit them going forward.

Greyson would handle the rest.

“Go,” he said. “Make the call.”

Gene pushed away from the table, grateful to get away from the two detectives.

If there were drugs this bad on thePhillystreets, they should have notified the FBI. This was not how to do this, and they’d dropped the ball.

AGAIN.

When he was gone, Greyson kept talking about the cases.

“Were all the victims college kids?” he asked, already knowing that answer, but he was hoping to rattle their brains and get anything he could that they might have not told Corbin, or that he found.

Kip shook his head.

“The ones we passed off to Corbin were, but like I said, we printed out a pile of missing person reports. There were likely more taken.”

This felt problematic, and he knew it.

If there was an influx of drugs, that meant that shit was going to be everywhere. It also made it more difficult to find the people behind the drugs if few victims turned up.

Gene and Ethan were mixed up in one hell of a case. That was for damn sure.

“And you said it was coming out of South America? Do you know where exactly?”

Oh, Kip wished he did.

“Not the original location, no. This stuff is new on the scene. From what my source says, the shit is so bad all you have to do is get it on you. We’ve been instructed to wear gloves if we are arresting anyone who we suspect is on it.”

Well, Greyson just loved this one.

When the hell was the FBI going to send out alerts to all the offices giving them a heads-up about it?

Never?

That was typical FBI bullshit, and he was willing to bet it had everything to do with the last director who ate his gun, and the new corrupt one who he wished would follow suit.