I stare at it for a moment, and then shake my head, focusing on the task at hand. The girl recovers quickly and then refuses transport, no matter how we advise her that she needs to be checked out at the hospital. Frustrating as it is, you can’t do anything when people make those decisions.
When we climb back into the ambulance, I say, “Did you see that? King Kong? What is that?”
“This new ketamine-type drug that’s been hitting the street recently,” he answers. “Strong stuff, Dani, real strong. Purer than the s**t that’s normally on the streets, so people don’t really know how much to take. I bet those other two ODs we went to tonight were Kong, too, only these idiots didn’t think to hide the baggie.”
“Oh,” I say, a pit opening in my belly. “Fuck.”
Ricky looks at me out of the corner o
