The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

Lauren’s SUV with one kid’s sneaker on the floorboard where the dome light caught it.

He opened the door before I knocked, like he’d been standing there.

His eyes were red. Not from crying, I don’t think. From rage and no sleep.

“You brought feds to my house.”

I walked past him into the foyer.

“You sold controlled equipment to a man on a watchlist.”

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