Odds of Love: Past Wounds

Episode 11

As Nate Jacks and his uniform was searching her brother's house while Andrew read through the search warrant line by line , Faith Lane was standing on the corner of the worst neighborhood of Palmer Park looking down at the dead body of a teenaged boy. She sighed. She hated when kids died. Her fingers were itching to pull out her flask full of gin which she had tucked away in the glove compartment of her police issue vehicle.

" That's all the universe needs," she said out loud. " Another dead kid. "

The uniform next to her, a tall skinny Hispanic man , looked at her and nodded. " Yeah. And this is gonna be a shitty one. "

She cut her eyes at him. " Why you say that, Gonzales? Because the rookie caught the case ? "

Gonzales rolled his dark eyes. " Nah. Because it looks like a drug od. And we found his stash  by him. It's that new shit cropping up now. From DC. "

The nape of Faith's neck tingled as she heard the word DC. " Drugs ? From DC ? Who they come from? "

" Since it's all got the trademark panther symbol narcotics knows it's straight up from Panther Lane. "

Then his eyes narrowed at her. " Hey , your name is Lane...... "

Faith turned on him with fiery eyes, saying briskly," What about it ? "

Shit , she thought, shit. She knew that the Project W drugs crossing into PG was not exactly all her Uncle Panther's doing. Panther was pretty much retired from the game now and devoting himself to watching his stories and doing crossword puzzles.

No. The organization was being run by Panther's son Bullet. And Bullet was crazy as fuck. Always had been. Even as a kid. And his own moral code wasn't like his daddy's.

She had to be careful about this one. On more than one level. She had to play this exactly right.

Shit. Melinda did narcotics. She was going to have to get in touch with her so called wife.