Joey placed a little on his finger and snorted. Nodding his head, I placed the case on the table, popped the lock, and lifted the cover.
They grabbed the money, jumped into their car, and sped out of the garage.
A barrage of sirens flooded the sky as tires screeched around the corner. The chase came to a halt with a crash followed by an officer shouting, “Exit the car, slowly!”
“First drug bust of the year,” Chief Wilson shouted as he sauntered into the garage. “How much did we get?”
“A kilo.”
“Not bad for a couple of rookies.”
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