And I don’t want my dad taking any more of these.” Jet scooped up as many pills as she could in her left hand. “Grab the rest,” she told Billy, heading toward the toilet. She dropped the yellow capsules in, floating and twirling in the waiting water, keeping just one, sliding it into her back pocket. Billy followed her, double-handed, with the rest. Jet flushed and the pills
Why flush them and not save them as evidence?
