The Bad Medicine
Act I The package was small. Not small enough to be innocent—small enough to be deniable. It was a sample tube, sealed in plastic, wrapped in brown paper, with a return address that said Gillette Laboratories and a destination that said San Diego. The guy who hired me to deliver it offered me two thousand dollars. I was paying nine hundred for a studio apartment on Sunset that smelled like...
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