Paul shrugged. “Someone tipped the drug squad off about a shipment of coke with a street value of six hundred grand.” “What?” My mouth fell open as awareness dawned on me. As I took in everything he wasn’t saying. “How would someone know to tip them off?” “Maybe someone has friends in the right places,” he offered, reaching across the table to cover my hand with his. “Maybe before they moved on, someone wanted to make sure his first love had a fighting chance with her first love.”
I dont like him... But...
