Page 21 of KingPin
“I’m going to let you speak the doctor about your friend.”
“What the hell is going on?” I scathe. I hate it when they have to be vague.
“This is Dr. Munro,” a man answers the phone.
“I’m Mason calling for Paul. What’s going on?”
He takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to relax before telling what I have been thinking all along.
“It seems as if your friend ingested a bunch of baggies full of meth, heroin, and cocaine. One of the baggies ruptured and that’s why he’s still here.”
“What are you talking about?” Little baggies in his stomach? “You mean, he is a mule?” I blurt out.
Dr. Munro hums his agreement. “It seems as if your friend has been ingesting all of these bags to carry them without being found out. Unfortunately, when one of the bags dissolved in his stomach from the acid lining, it caused him to have a seizure.”
Jesus! I have heard about this shit happening before and it never ended good. These drugs are toxic as fuck. I don’t want Paul to get even more messed up. He probably did this for money. “How many baggies were in his stomach? Were you able to get them all?”
“We got all of what was in there. We had to send the bags to the police to have them test the substances. Mason, I’m going to be honest with you. If Paul does survive, he’s not going to be the same. These drugs that got into his system are different than any of the other over doses we have had.”
“There have been others that came in with the same symptoms?” I’m wanting to make sure I’m understanding what he is saying before I fly off the handle.
He sucks in a breath before answering me. “A couple of people have come in with similar symptoms and the baggies in their stomachs. Police are going to want to know who is supplying this and they are going to want to know now. Are you prepared to give an answer?”
My head drops as I consider what to say. I don’t know what to answer with at all. Everything that is going on is crazy as fuck. “Is Paul still in a coma?”
“Yes. He’s going to be in the medically induced coma until we can flush everything out of his system.”
“Thanks, Dr. Munro. Please call me if anything changes.”
The second I hang up, Ralf’s waiting to ask me questions.
“They found baggies in his stomach?” He asks while turning left.
I shrug. “Apparently. It’s also been sent to the police as well.”
“Mother fucker! Luca’s going to have a fit over this.”
I want to tell him off. I want to tell him that there are other important things in this situation, but I don’t.
Paul’s in a coma and that’s just fucked up. What are they going to do when they find out he’s been doing the shit, too? That’s not going to be good.
Can this be traced back to me? I don’t think so… I’m not a part of the gang or anything.
Before I can stress out about it, he’s opening the door in front of the club.
He opens the door to a man who’s wearing an oversized hoody and sunglasses on. He’s carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder as he walks through the door.
“Hey, man. I heard about Lucian. That fucking sucks. Do they know who killed her?” He asks the minute he’s through the door.
Ralf shakes his head, grabbing the bag off from the man. He shakes the bag a little to check the weight. Even though I’m new to the game, I still know everyone shakes the bags to check the weight. “Nah, we haven’t found anything.”
The man looks shifty as he glances over his shoulder. “Good luck. I’ll be back next week.”
And then he’s gone and we’re holding cocaine.
Ralf chuckles. “Everyone is going to shit their pants when they find out Lucian is a girl and she’s alive. They aren’t going to know what to do.”
“Yeah. That’s going to be interesting.”
