Chapter 17A police station? What the f**k? “There’s not gonna be anything here,” he whined as they pulled into a secluded back parking lot near a bunch of abandoned cruisers. “Hell, I doubt we’ll find any guns or ammo or whatever, either.”
But Terrell’s face kept a knowing smile. “Keep on the lookout for any boxes or drawers that say ‘Springfield City Health Department.’”
“Why would there be anything like that here?”
“Needle exchange program. For addicts. They turn in dirty needles and get clean ones. This place should have a stash of them. I’m told it actually saves cities a bunch of money, because sick addicts with no health care are more expensive than relatively healthy ones.”
Dakota gulped. He silently wondered if Gage had ever utilized one of these programs when he was using hero
