Mark and I stared at the crate on my kitchen table that had come from nurse Molly"s garden. I pried at it with a knife and it sprang open.
“A light went on in her kitchen just as I was leaving the garden,” I said. “I think she saw me. We"ll have to confront her before she leaves the Island.”
Mark scooped up the little vials of white powder and the multicolored pills that nestled in bags in the crate. “I don"t even know what this stuff is, but the white powder is almost certainly an opioid, and I can guess at the pretty candy here. It"s ecstasy and something else that"s common on the street. I can guess she would try to sell it in Victoria or go into the big city on the mainland and barter it there.”
“The next ferry leaves at six a.m.,” I said. “You"re right about the drugs but I think s
