Chapter three

James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him.

  "What happened?" James asked.

  "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot."

  "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion.

  First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.

James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears.

  "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even harder to understand her with her crying.

  "Calm down!" Said Doneld. "If you don't know anything, then how come half the flower you sell have drugs in them?" He asked in  a firm tone after they sat infront of her.

Once again she told them, crying that she doesn't know a thing. They were getting nothing out of her and now they started getting fruatrated.

James slamed in hand on the desk and starteld the woman out of her sob. As soon as she stopped he started talking and this time he had anger in his voice.

  "You are the owner of the flower shop. Do you really think that we would believe that you know nothing when infact one of the best drug dealer had been working for you at that shop. Tell me, did you put the drugs in the pots before planting the flowers? How long have you been doing this?"

  "I didn't." The woman screamed her answer amd explained. "I don't grow the flowers myself. I have different distributers that sell me flowers at a reasonable price. I tell my custmers that i grow them just for marketing. I just buy and sell."

Finally something useful, James sighed to himself. They looked at eachother and turned back to her.

  "We are going to need to see the list of all your distributers."

They looked through the list for days keeping an eye on them one by one. They still found nothing. But then they got to a name Robel Petro. He was a very rich man in the stock market. What buisness does he have selling flowers. 

They went over to his house to ask him a few questions. His mansion was so big that you might get lost without assistance. As soon as they tell the guards upfront that they were DEA  agents and that they had to speak to Robel petro. One of the men spoke in to his left arm sleeve and listened to his left ear. Then shortly after he told them to go in. They followed the men in and met the man.

Robel Petro looked so classy that you can tell he was swimming in money. As soon as he saw them, he welcome them with a gesture of his arms and pointed at chairs for them to sit.

  "How may i be a help for you gentlmen?" Asked.

"We have been on an investigation that involves one of your clients. A flower shop." As Doneld spoke, James kept studying Robels face but his expression never changed. "What is a stock manager doing selling flowers?" He finished his question.

  "Well" Robel finally spoke "the flower buisness is a side thing really. But i don't grow my own flowers. I buy them from a distributer. I wanted to make more profite but was too lazy to plant them myself." He laughed.

  James sat at the edge of his seat and asked"how many people do you buy these flowers from."

  "One!" Robel answered shortly.

  "Who" Doneld asked this time.

Robel rocked his eyes back and forth between the two and answered them.

  "Carella Mink."