Chapter 42

“I would like to obtain a sizable quantity of pharmaceuticals from you, with no obvious record of the transaction. They can be real—or counterfeit—depending on which you handle.”

Lou almost smiled, remembering the sales receipt Quint told him about that had been among John Pierce’s possessions after his murder—a receipt that had set them firmly on Carter’s trail. Ignoring Carter’s comment about counterfeit drugs, since someone like Loyola would, he asked, “Exactly what do you mean by a sizable quantity, and what do you plan on doing with them? Presuming, of course, I’m willing to do this.”

Carter opened a folder next to the laptop, handing Lou two sheets of paper. Lou scanned them, not terribly surprised at the list. When he finished, Carter said, “Why I want them is none of your business. Do you ask people who buy from your site what they’re going to use the drugs for? Especially—” he shot a pointed look at Lou, “—the ones who order them without a prescription?”