Michelle
Father figure? Aside from the fact that it sounded simply ridiculous, I refuse to believe that William—a highly respectable doctor, psychiatrist, and recipient of multiple awards—was a drug lord, or even involved in drugs in any capacity.
“Who’s the Chinese guy?” I found myself asking.
She shrugged. “I don’t know a lot. One of those higher-ups, I think. Could be like the big boss or something. But he’s Chinese.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out two bottles, thrusting them toward me.
“These have syringes inside,” she said, opening the first one to reveal a normal-sized syringe. “You get your needles and a few other things, and everything totals 700 bucks.”
My eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?” I asked, stunned.
“You paying or what? You gotta go,” she said, noticing my ex
