Deal Death

The smell of fear, failure and meth. I knew I was back in my hometown. Nothing good ever happened here. I told myself when I was 10 years old, I'd leave and never come back but I didn't know my home town would be where I make the biggest imprint. After graduation i went to business school. I ended up owning a business with my great friend. who was at first my boss. He saw something in me guess and once I built my way up. He started noticing me. he owed about five law firms in Oregon. I was always studying or at work or on a case. I wanted to make Oregon better by help drug dealers less in our state. Then one day my boss calls me in, says I've been doing a wonderful job and at that moment I thought I was going to get a promotion or something. He saying "you really have a heart for drug trafficking and dealers. your always out find who doing this and who's at the top. You know everything about it. you know more then the actual head guy and you're not even in it." I replied with "well in my town it was full of drugged up people. and I want to stop it. nothing good comes from it. except if you're big then those people make good cash but also messing people up.." what happened next was something I never expected...