Page 344 of Sticks and Stones
“Later, Ethan,” Gene said.
Oh, Blackhawk knew what he was talking about.
Instead of speaking, he opened the door, and they headed toward the room in Corbin’s notes.
It wasn’t difficult to find the next interview’s door. Only, now, there was a distinct smell coming from inside.
Pot.
Marijuana.
Mary Jane.
Yeah, they knew that smell.
All cops did.
What they also knew was someone was doing more than taking a small toke.
That smelled like a king-sized blunt that made you forget everything but how to inhale.
They stared at each other and knew what was coming. This should be an interesting interview.
“Well, do you want to be good cop or bad cop?” Gene asked. “I’ll let you choose—but only because of that truly spectacular kiss you just gave me.”
He laughed.
“I think we just see how stoned he is. Oh, and we probably shouldn’t do the interview in there. TheLASTthing we need is to get high.”
“Again,” Gene stated.
Yeah, exactly.
Knocking on the door, they heard footsteps. Then, someone whispered through the door.
“What’s the password?”
Gene handled this.
“We brought munchies,” he whispered back.
Surprisingly, that worked.
It just showed that when you were on pot, you weren’t thinking about a whole hell of a lot except for snacks.
When the door was opened, Gene grabbed the kid by his tie-dyed shirt, and pulled him into the hall.
That’s when they showed him their badges.
It was crystal clear that the kid wasn’t stoned enough because the fear registered in his eyes as soon as he saw the gold badge with the three letters on it.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I’m fucked. My father is going to kick my ass if I get kicked out of this school too,” he stated.
Gene took the blunt still in his hand, dropped it on the floor, and mashed it out with his shoe. Because they were cops, Federal ones, and pot was illegal in Pennsylvania, and the United States, they couldn’t let him keep it.
Would they arrest him?
No.
