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Jack ruffled his hair, unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned back, as relaxed as he could be in his office.
"As you know," he said, "I've been very busy for the last few months. You even saw part of our investigation, since you were hired for the cleanup and break-in."
I nodded.
"When I was transferred here, I thought, like you, that this would be a sleepy area, with nothing but petty contraband," Jack said, leaning back and interlacing his fingers behind the nape of his neck. "But it turned out there was a lot more to it. The contraband that was going through the area was a lot more dangerous than some untaxed spices or porcelain. It was drugs."
"It's not like there's a deficit of those in Kalmar," I pointed out.
Hashish, laudanum, morphine, opium, 'shrooms, there is no deficit of min
