Baxter turned around, his eyes squinting in the lights. He looked out at the small crowd before him, and his shoulders slumped. Behind him stood several dozen cases of clover leaf beer, but also flats of small potato chip bags stacked to the ceiling. In another corner, sat rows and rows of barbeque sauce.
Amidst the stacks, piles of money lined the walls, and barrels filled with bricks of plastic-covered white powder that Roxanne surmised were drugs, sat amongst the other loot.
Roxanne, shocked to find such a varied assortment of goods, took in a deep breath. She felt glad they'd caught Baxter, but would it be enough?
“Are you Baxter?" One of the detectives asked.
Baxter dropped his head and nodded, hugging a small load of beer cans in his arms. He looked resigned to the fact that h
