He remembers finding a pair of Radford University coeds at one bust, naked on a couch in a Roanoke drug house, enveloped in a heroin fog. They’d exchanged sex for the drug, injecting it between their toes so their friends and professors wouldn’t know. Stunned, Perkins remembers calling their parents in the Washington suburbs and saying, “I can’t tell you this over the phone. You just need to come.”
