CHAPTER
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Deeply troubled and more intrigued than ever, there were so many thoughts knocking around in my head it was difficult to stay focused on the task at hand. Lost in a fog, I locked up, rushed to the store, grabbed a cart and headed down the aisle. I paused in front of the potato and tortilla chips section thinking that I needed to contact some of Benjamin Halstead’s friends and relatives to find out more information about him. Had the young man been abusing OxyContin and perhaps other stimulants prior to that night? Or had he, as my Internet research illustrated, been out partying and ingested a dangerous cocktail of drugs and alcohol before driving off the cliff? Where had he obtained the drugs?
After witnessing the alarming conduct of the drug-addled teens in the desert,
