"Do you have the other thing I asked for?"
This question was nowhere as simple as it sounded like.
Not when I asked for a fresh dose of whatever that junkie was drugged with, all neatly and cleanly prepared and ready for use. And especially not when I asked this from a man who I believed to be heavily against drugs.
Makary… didn't act out, though. With a sigh, he reached into the inner pocket of his tuxedo and brought out a relatively huge syringe with a plastic-covered needle. And surely enough, some sort of thick liquid was rocking up and down within the syringe's container.
"I do," the gang officer admitted… Only to reach out his hand with another heavy sigh, passing the needle over.
"Why are you giving it to me?" I asked, seemingly dumbfounded. Only a moment too late I realized that without letting the man know anything about what I've planned, I couldn't expect him to understand my intentions.
