He’d blacked out long before the gurney had been wheeled out the doorway, only to wake in an unfamiliar room painted a cold colour of light green, a...ttached to various machines and monitors, tubes running from intravenous bags to somewhere on his body. They sedated him through one of those liquid solutions coursing through his system, for he fell back into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.Once again, time lost all meaning. Rod drifted in and out of consciousness, usually at the behest of. I will NEVER forget the face of one Brian, one of the older guys, as I was pulled through the office door - he knew what was going to happen (probably been there before!) and had a MASSIVE smile on his face!Joan gripped my wrist tightly so I couldn't back out. With her other hand, she deftly took her office keys from her jacket pocket, opened her office door, and led me through. Once inside, she turned and locked us in. "My, my.... a nice looking young lad like you, and no lucky girls' ever had. "Please have a seat. This won't take too long," she said nervously. When they were seated she continued. "The two of you caught my attention on the way to the Confederacy testing center, and even more so during the return trip. Did either of you notice anything unusual during the trip?"The two young men looked at each other and shrugged. "Not really," the slight boy said more to his companion than to her."What's this about, Miss... ?" the larger one asked. "I'm sorry. I don't remember your. "Here's the gig," Clete said, calming down. "You got any coke on you?"All three hesitated, then nodded. "But we ain't selling it no more."Knowingly, Clete said, "'Course not, but I need you to get some. I want you to get a bag of it into Desirée Mitchell's house, into her bedroom, into a drawer." What for, man?" Johnny asked."You don't ask," Clete snarled. "You just do what I tell you to, understand?"Johnny looked to his companions. "But Clete, she don't use the stuff. I'm sure of.