CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mia sat in the front passenger’s seat of Shilah’s pick-up, bouncing along the rutted road. The prescription and list sat in the cup holder, between them. She held her hands together to keep them from shaking. Though she never had minded working alone, Mia wished she had the help of her sidearm, or her partner, or something to confront this d**g dealer. This felt a little like going into battle without any armor.
Just going to talk to him. Just going to pretend to be a customer. It’ll be fine, she told herself as they bumped along the rutted road, to front of the trailer park. As Shilah pulled out onto Pike Avenue, she said, “This way?”
“That’s what he said.”
She drove along, squinting at the trees. “I know there are some houses up this way, but they’re far from the road.
