“Not suicide, please don’t think that, but I was in so much pain, all I wanted to do was sleep. Because we traveled in the darkness, I was paranoid enough that I didn’t get more than three or four hours sleep after I took Sally from Gus’s place.” She shook her head and handed the bottle to Agent Wilson. She didn’t say anything as the other woman took the bottle and looked at it.
“Damn, these are some powerful pain pills.”
“Yes, and I have to show my ID when I pick up a new prescription. However, I can guaran-damn-tee you that the pills in that bottle is not what the label says.” She opened her hand to the second item she had removed from her purse and held it in her hand, palm up.
“What’s that?” Agent Wilson looked at her in confusion.
“A flash drive of Randy Godwin messing with mypills. I have nothing to back up my claim, but I think he’s selling these and replacing them with fakes.”
Duane took the flash drive, put it into his computer, and someone on the other side of the room pulled down a screen. They all watched as they saw a bedroom, a man walked in, looked directly at the camera, and Duane paused it.
“Is this Randy Godwin?”
“Yes, this was taken the night before I broke up with him, months ago. Because of what you’re about to see is the reason he beat me enough to put me in the hospital. I confronted him about a week after I saw that he messed with my pills.”
They all went back to watching, and they saw Randy, clear as day, pick up the prescription bottle on the nightstand empty the contents into his hand. He took his other one and looked like he was counting them, then he took the handful of pills and stuffed them into his pocket. He then opened a bottle that everyone recognized as an over-the-counter brand of pain pills, counted out a certain number, put them back in the prescription bottle, and walked back out of the room. No one said anything when the screen went back to just the empty bedroom.
“Randy and I never had sex. He should never have been in my bedroom, and I had never invited him to live with me. I never gave him a key either. When I’d come home from work, or doing errands, he would be there waiting for me. When he tried to move inwith me, along with Gus, I refused to allow it. Things went downhill from there. It wasn’t until after I broke it off with him that I realized my pills weren’t working like they did. I only took them when I really needed them, so I didn’t refill them every thirty days.”
“Damn,” Agent Wilson said. “That could be a felony charge, because these are some heavy duty narcotics. If he’s selling them, then that adds more charges against him.”
“I don’t know if he sold them, or used them for himself.”
“Can you do a hair test for drugs on Randy?” someone in the crowd asked. “You probably won’t find anything in his blood, but what about his hair, don’t certain drugs last for months?”
“I never thought of that, but I’ll work on getting that into a court order.” She looked around with a gigantic sigh, and asked more questions. When she was done, she looked at Myrna with a sad expression
“Shit,” Myrna said.
“What?” Pedro asked
Instead of answering him, she looked at Agent Wilson. “You found out something, and need me as bait.”
“Absolutely not!” Pedro yelled, causing everyone to start speaking at once.
CHAPTER 12
In the middleof all the commotion, a loud, piercing whistle came through the room, and everyone turned to see Erin standing there with her hands on her hips. She looked at everyone in the room, and one by one, they became quiet.
“I want to be her when I grow up,” Agent Wilson said, and slapped a hand over her mouth when she realized she spoke that out loud. She also felt her cheeks heat when all eyes turned toward her, embarrassed because Erin was probably twenty years her junior.
She smiled and gave a small nod to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, but I want to address why everyone is not agreeing to Myrna helping the FBI.” She looked around the room again, and her eyes landed on Pedro.
“I understand how you must feel, I feel the same way, but think of this.”
“What?” Pedro asked after she went silent for several minutes. He even crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Erin.
“Two things. One, what if Myrna helps out, and the FBI is able to get the people who beat her, stole her horse, stole her medication, and anything else they have done to others, have them arrested, tried, and put where they belong, behind bars.”
“Second thing, what if she doesn’t help, and the information the FBI has now isn’t enough to make an arrest? That would leave Myrna vulnerable and be left looking over her shoulder for the rest of their life, or until they are caught. Who else will they target and hurt, or possibly kill until they are taken down?”
“Shit,” Pedro said with a heavy sigh. He unfolded his arms and scrubbed his face. He reached out and took Myrna’s hand in his. “I know we’ve had a rough couple of weeks, but I don’t want you to leave.” He shook his head when she started to speak. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t do it, I’m saying that I don’t like it.” He sighed in relief when she gripped his hand.
“Thank you,” Myrna said, and while still holding his hand, she turned to look at Agent Wilson.
“What can you tell us?”
