A New Friend?

The biker shared his plans of involving us in his drug trade. He had started with cannabis, but wanted to move on to heavier drugs because that's where the money is. He had been manufacturing and selling crystal meth. The problem was that the last shack he was cooking in blew up. He has been in the works of finding competent chemists as well as securing a new place. You may be asking "what does this have to do with you?" One word ... Distribution. The biker grew to love our costumes. In fact he realized it was a way to appeal to college aged/ high school students. A sinister plan indeed, but after he gained our trust, he slept like a baby. Once he was asleep, Olivia and I were confident enough to sleep in shifts. In the morning he was gone. We breathed a sigh of relief. Our troubles were far from over , but at least we were no longer involved with the man. The jailer walked up to the holding cell. He was an older man with a smaller frame. "You're free to go." He announced to us. "What?" I said, in disbelief. The jailer unlocked the door. "Your bail has been paid." "By who?"