"That means something’s weird, right? A drug lab doesn't care about the weather. They keep making poison every day of the year, so they need a steady supply of raw materials."
“Yep," I say. "A normal factory buys chemicals in random amounts as required. But a secret drug lab needs a steady stream. It’s like a clock ticking in the background."
"So we know Knox is getting regular deliveries," Locke says. "But how does that help us steal it from him?"
"Because of the weight," I say. "Liquid fertilizer is light. It’s mostly water and weak minerals. But the chemicals used to make fentanyl are very dense and heavy."
Locke smiles slowly, a sharp, dangerous look coming into his eyes. "So a truck carrying fertilizer shouldn't weigh as much as a truck carrying heavy drug chemicals."
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