Chapter 37

"Jesus, Ross," I whispered. There was so much of it. The white powder packaged nicely and lay in his car freely, for anyone to see or take. 

"You idiot! You picked me up from the police with a shit ton of drugs." I reached over and slapped his arm lightly while my features scrunched up. "Damn you, it's pretty bloody obvious you have intent to supply here, mate. You could have been done!" 

He shook his head playfully. "It's only coke. Besides, they wouldn't have searched the car, they didn't have any need to. I'm a good boy, seriously."

With a hot temper, I leaned down as my hands met with the small, clear plastic bag on the floor that had caught my eye while I was stepping inside the car. It was identical to those in his glove box but this one was emp