Their target was Conrad Stalton, the bulked-up leader of a crew of ravers who ran illegal dances. He was the primary suspect in a street meth and Ecstasy distribution operation. The Jacksonville PD and the DEA sent Steven in to work the team, see what he could find out. At twenty-seven, with a surfer’s lanky blond good looks, Steven still looked twenty-one, so he fit it well enough.
After two months of work, Steven was one of Conrad’s crew, helping set up the DJ table and all the speakers, clearing the warehouse space for dancing. One Saturday morning, about five o’clock, Conrad let Jason run the mixing booth to take a break on the dance floor. Jason liked old school, and the crowd screamed when Funkadelic’s “Flashlight” pumped through the speakers. Conrad grinned, pulled off his shirt,
