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I called Reggie the next day and told him about Bud Showers and how he slugged me. I also informed him that Lara had emptied my cabinet of opioids and psychotropics.
“I wonder where they are? We didn’t see them. She either did a good job of hiding them or put them somewhere else,” Reggie said.
“Should we take another look?”
“It’s a closed case. I can’t get another search warrant.”
“But all these drugs are out there!”
“You want to file a complaint?”
“No.” Filing a complaint would make me look negligent. That’s the last thing I needed.
“I got to go. I’ll run a background check on the brother. See what that gives us.”
Expecting more, but not knowing what, I hung up. I didn’t like my drugs out in the street to be used irresponsibly, but there didn’t seem to be anything I could do a
