CHAPTER NINE
He strolled over to the booth with the two teenagers. Their eyes went as round as saucers.
“Crammed between the cushions or under the next booth?” Stuart asked.
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb. Although if you’re hanging out with a guy like that it’s convincing enough.”
He sat down on the same seat they were both on, making them move over.
“What are you, a pedo?” one of the kids asked. His friend snickered.
“No, I’m an FBI agent.”
He tossed his ID onto the table. The kids stopped snickering.
Stuart pulled out his phone and brought up the DEA website.
“Every heard of meth mouth?” he asked.
“Huh?” the kids said.
“What happens if you take meth for a while. Check this out.”
As part of their public outreach program, the DEA had set up a site showing before and after pictures o
