Explains where our pills are going. I hate that I had a part in helping this asshole out.
Noah quickly pockets the bag and in return, gives Old Timer a carton of cigarettes and a few bars of chocolate. I wait for more, but there is none.
We’re risking our asses so Old Timer can smoke himself to death? This is a bunch of bullshit. The exchange is over as quickly as it occurred and the two men go their separate ways.
I have two choices—follow Old Timer and smack some sense into him. Or I can see what Noah is up to when he skulks off because I have a feeling he’s not going back to work. I decide to go with the latter because Old Timer can wait.
Noah is clearly offering to turn a blind eye and grant Old Timer special privileges, as well as his bogus payment of smokes and chocolate. But for
