Cam helped two women from the bindery roll a dolly loaded with boxes of journals out onto the dock. This had to be the way the coke was being shipped out. She’d thought it through, gone over the shipments in her mind again and again. These were the big shipments goings out of the prison and was the perfect set-up. She’d inspected the books themselves. It would be easy to slip a small bag of coke into the cover before it was shrink-wrapped. Maybe it was sewn right into the cover as part of the padding. There had to be a way to find out.
But, yesterday, on the pretense of getting this shipment ready, she’d hung around inside the bindery, watching each step of the process. The quires of paper were cut, stitched into small booklets, and then sewn together in stacks of six. The covers, were cu
