file and slid a chair back, dropping into the seat. The damn thing groaned under his captain's muscled bulk. "I've been studying the reports from the information we're getting from Masters, and I think I've tied it to some information our new canary has given us."
Brody leaned forward. "What do you have?" He'd been studying everything coming from the Masters investigation and trial.
"Taylor, our singing bird, has been dropping information he has no idea he's dropping. When he was asked about the drugs he's seen, he listed off a pharmacy. Tranks, Roofies, Xanies, Special K, Acid, Black Tar, Line, Apple Jacks, and Molly off the top of the list. What has us concerned, however, is Taylor told us the cartels were making a push to set up a stream selling Gray Death."
"That shit's nasty, Captain. If they start importing GD, it isn't only the users who will be dying. A person can OD by touching it. Our frontline, the beat cop, will be facing that shit." Brody flopped back in his chair and crossed his arms. "We have to get ahead of this before the cartels make the Desert into a ghost town."
Terrell nodded. "Swanson, your paperwork came through this morning. There shouldn't be a need for me to reinforce this, but as I don't know you, I'm going to do it anyway. Nothing from this task force goes to the DEA unless I approve it. Understand?" He glared down the table at Amber.
"You don't know me, so I won't take that as an insult. I've been permanently assigned to this task force, and I work for you. The DEA wants information, they go to you, not me."
Brody fought hard not to smile. The woman was pissed by the captain's reprimand. He could tell by the way her neck and cheeks flushed red.
"I'm glad we understand each other. Now, tell me what you know about this Gray Death." Terrell crossed the tree trunks impersonating his biceps and waited.
Amber leaned forward and glanced at him but gave Watson and Rayburn equal time. "Gray Death is a composite drug which resembles cement chunks or grey powder, which is how it got its name. According to all the data I've read, it has heroin beat in potency... exponentially. The formula for cooking the shit varies, but usually a heroin or cocaine base and then they add fentanyl, U-47700 or even carfentanil."
"What the fuck is carfentanil?" Colt Rayburn leaned forward. "What's the street name? I'm not familiar with the pharma."
"There isn't a street name, yet, thank God, but carfentanil is a large animal tranq. It is about a hundred times stronger than fentanyl, and the estimate is ten thousand times stronger than morphine. We've seen cases of this mixture in Georgia and have agents assisting the Georgia Bureau of Investigations. But, if this stuff is coming into this city, you need to warn your street officers that wearing gloves might not be enough. Even inhaling this could be deadly."
"What about Narcan?" Brody leaned forward. "If our officers are exposed would Narcan work to stop the effects?"
"Unknown. I've read some reports which have suggested Gray Death might be resistant to Narcan, and other studies indicated it could take multiple, as in five to ten doses, for the Narcan to work. Most patrols carry one dose."
"We don't have the budget for that. Hell, as it is now, our supervisors have doses, but not all patrols do." Derek Watson shook his head. "Sucks the criminals are better funded than we are."
"Nothing we can do about that. We'll need to start thinking about an education campaign. When we break here, I'll head to Briar Hill and brief Colonel Wells. He can set up the educational briefs." Terrell reached for the file he'd dropped. "Our songbird indicated his bosses had meetings, and he heard the words ‘airport’ and ‘small planes’ repeated in connection with the drug."
"Small planes." Brody pushed away from the table and walked to a map of the city. "We have no less than ten small airports within two hours of this city. Did he indicate any particular one?" He turned back to the group when he asked.
"No, but I had an idea about that. We've been dissecting Masters and Treyson's travels in the months prior to Masters killing Treyson. Treyson's routine didn't vary, but Masters? He made several trips out of the city." Terrell got up from the chair and moved to the map. He, Amber, Colt, and Derek made their way forward also.
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