Chapter 44
Rhett's fingers tightened around the teenager's hoodie.
"Who gave you these?"
The boy kept his lips pressed together, but it wasn't defiance. It was pure terror.
Rhett had interrogated enough people to know the difference. One prospect bent down and gathered the metallic blue packets into an evidence bag.
"There are at least fifteen of them."
The other prospect whistled under his breath. "That's enough to put somebody in the hospital."
Rhett barely heard him. Something about the kid in front of him didn't fit. He couldn't have been older than sixteen…he's so f.ucking young!
His hoodie was two sizes too big, the knees of his jeans were ripped, and his sneakers looked as though they'd survived three different owners.
This wasn't some hardened dealer. This was a scared chi
