The squad car dropped Gavin off at the chapel. Doug immediately took him upstairs to the interrogation room and roughly sat him down in a chair.

"Can ya take me outta these cuffs, kid?" asked Gavin. "These things hurt, ya know."

"Don't call me 'kid.'" Doug said sharply. "And how do I know you're gonna behave yourself if I do?"

"Scout's honor," Gavin promised.

Doug stood for a moment, considering this. At 6'1" and close to 200 pounds, he dwarfed Gavin, who was probably 5'8" and 140 pounds at the most. He figured he could handle himself if the soon-to-be-ex-coach tried anything. Doug produced a handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked them. Gavin brought his hands out from behind his back and made a show of rubbing his wrists.

"You woulda had to cut me loose sooner or later," he said with a self-satisfied smirk. "You got nothin' on me."

"I got nothin', huh?" said Doug. "You're right. I got nothin' other than proof than you've been sellin' steroids to half the baseball team."

Gavin shook his head. "Wrong. You got me on possession, maybe, but that's it."

"Oh, and how do you figure that, smart guy?"

"See, to bust me for dealing, you gotta make a buy or catch me selling," Gavin began.

Doug put both hands on the tabletop and leaned in close. "I did make a buy."

"Wrong. I gave you that vial. Didn't charge you a dime." Gavin grinned again. "I'm gonna walk, Dougie." As an afterthought, he said, "If that's even your real name."

"Never mind what my name is. You're not goin' anywhere." Doug's voice dropped an octave. "I can't even believe you. Do you even know what those drugs are doing to those guys right now, not to mention what's comin' a few years down the road?"

"Those guys are gonna be thanking me in 5 years for givin' them the goods to go pro. They'd all be nothing without me!"

Unexpectedly, Gavin's hands shot up and seized the front of Doug's denim jacket. He tried to shove Doug away from him, but Doug stood his ground. He figured the smaller man would eventually tire and give up. What happened next took Doug completely by surprise. Gavin pulled one hand off Doug's jacket, curled it into a fist, and drew it back; it was the hand on which the coach wore his state championship ring. Doug felt his bottom lip open upon impact. A brief wrestling match ensued, but Gavin wasn't a match for someone trained in hand-to-hand combat. He soon found himself back in the chair and handcuffed.

"You're sure not gettin' outta here now," said Doug. "That's assaulting a police officer."

He could feel blood dripping down his chin and stepped out of the interrogation room. Judy took one look at Doug and passed him a tissue from her purse.

"Whoa, my man," said Jenko. "What happened to you?"

Doug jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the interrogation room door.

"I was about to come and find you," Jenko went on. "Narcotics went through Gavin's desk. Found at least 20 more vials of that testosterone he gave to you, plus some other goodies like needles and bottles of amphetamine pills. All black-market stuff. How much he charge you for that dose?"

"Uh, ya see, Jenk, that's the thing." said Doug. "He sorta...pretty much gave it to me. For free."

Jenko let out a breath through his nose. "Dammit."

"I'm sorry, Jenk."

"Ah, don't be too sorry, Dougie," said Jenko. "We may not be able to charge him with dealing, but that corner drugstore in his desk gives us a nice case for possession with intent." He gestured toward Doug's lip and asked, "You gonna press charges over that?"

"Hell yeah, Jenk, what do you think?"

Jenko smiled warmly. "Good. Assaulting a cop should give him another year or two in the big house." He patted Doug's shoulder. "You did a terrific job, Penhall."

"Getting punched?" he asked dumbly.

"No," Jenko chuckled. "With the case. Takes some real talent to bust open a case like this so quick. You're a good cop, Doug."

"Thanks, Jenko."

"Listen, I know you got that test tomorrow, so I'm gonna give you the day off. Type up those reports real quick so we can keep ol' Gavin in lockup over the weekend, all right?"

Doug nodded, went to his desk, and got to work. About an hour later, he'd added his incident reports to the case file and dropped it on Jenko's desk. Jenko picked up the folder and started to skim through it.

"Everything looks hunky-dory to me," the captain declared. "Good luck tomorrow, Penhall. I'll see ya on Monday."

'I sure hope you will,' Doug thought as he left the chapel.