Cruz held up a tiny plastic bag containing a white finely ground powder. "Figure out some way to get this in his food."

Thomas raised his eyes in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? Do I look stupid? You think they won't do an autopsy?"

She grabbed him by the collar. "Are you inferring that I'm stupid, ass?"

"N-no." he stuttered.

"Good. Because I know what the hell I'm doing. It's untraceable." She smirked.

I'd better never piss her off, Thomas though, who knows what'd happen to me. He shuddered.

"What's the matter? Getting a weak stomach? You know better than that. Why waste all the trouble of making it through the Academy so I can have a partner who understands what I'm doing, and you're going to trash all that because you're a wimp?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I know we're doing the right thing, it just seems to get bigger and bigger. I guess I just think we might not be able to handle it."

Her voice was sharp. "Our families stuck on drugs, we couldn't do anything about. This, we can."

At what cost… he though. At what cost?

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Faith sat on the locker room bench holding her head in her hands. Thinking. Bosco's going to be ok, she though, so what's wrong with me? Even as the words crossed her consciousness, she knew the answer. It would be easier if she could blame herself, beat herself up about it. But this way, it was hell. It was out of her control. She had had no ability to influence the outcome. No say at all. She felt so helpless. So helpless…

She rose, started to the phone to call the hospital, check up on Bos. There was a guard staying with him, making sure nothing happened again. She spied a piece of paper crumbled on the floor below the lockers. Thomas's locker. Must have fallen out of his jacket, she thought absentmindedly. She picked it up and poised her hand to throw it away. Something stopped her. Invisible. She smoothed it out. There was a phone number on it. Better give this to Thomas, might be important. Then she saw the name on the paper. She stood in shock for a moment.

"Son of a bitch!"

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