"Ding-ling-ling," Jimmy was napping on the couch when his phone rang, and he picked it up: "This is Jimmy, who's this?"
"Jimmy, it's Woody, Woody from the bar. Are you ho? Can you co over?"
Jimmy was surprised. He had indeed given Woody his phone number, but that was just for arranging seats. "Woody, what's up? I'm at work."
Woody: "I rember you said you're a cop, right? I think I need your help at the bar."
Jimmy: "Woody, my friend, what exactly is going on? I need to know what it is before I decide when to co to see you. I'm not at ho right now."
Woody paused for a mont before stamring out: "My friend is here with , but he got too excited. I've never dealt with this kind of thing before, and I rember you're a cop, you should be able to get that, what's it called, let see the na, oh, Naltrexone, yes, that's the na."
This ti it was Jimmy's turn to be silent: "Woody, you didn't get mixed up in that stuff too, did you?"
Woody imdiately said: "I didn't, it's just that he went to the restroom once, and when he ca out, sothing happened."
Jimmy: "Let's talk when I get there."
Jimmy hung up the phone and left the office directly. There were two doses of Naltrexone in the ergency kit in the trunk of his squad car, for use in ergencies. Although it was not good to use it directly without permission, applying for it would also be troubleso.
Driving quickly, yet cautiously, Jimmy still made it. Woody was waiting at the door, and he was surprised to see Jimmy get out of the black sedan. He knew Jimmy cherished his car, but that very precious first car Jimmy often talked about was a blue rcury, not a police car. This black one didn't quite fit the image of a cop that Woody had in mind.
Jimmy: "Woody, how is it going?"
Woody: "Thank God, you finally made it. He was starting to talk nonsense just now. He's lying down in the back."
As he spoke, Woody led Jimmy through to the staff break area in the back, where a man looking pretty bad was lying on a cot, twitching.
Woody: "That's him." Jimmy didn't wait for Woody to continue; he directly took out a syringe of Naltrexone and injected it into the man on the bed. Naltrexone worked remarkably well, but the guy was still in a bad way.
Jimmy: "Woody, you have to take him to the hospital. Just one syringe of Naltrexone won't cut it. If this continues, his brain will be damaged."
Woody: "I can't, Teddy has no ID, and once he's in the hospital, he'll get deported."
Jimmy: "Tell , what exactly is your relationship with him? What's really going on here?"
Woody: "Two years ago, I was mugged on the street. They stabbed twice and took everything. Luckily, he was passing by; he saved . He carried to an animal clinic, and I barely survived." He opened his shirt, revealing a scar on his abdon and one on his right chest. After showing Jimmy, Woody buttoned up his shirt again.
Woody: "Teddy isn't a junkie; he's always been drifting around. I sotis help him out. There's no way he could afford the drugs. I really don't know how he got a hold of them. I had lunch with him at noon today, and then he went to the restroom. When he ca out, he was like this."
Looking at the man who was now quieting down on the bed, Jimmy shook his head. This guy didn't look like the holess junkies he had seen before; he was thin, but his face wasn't the ghastly pale of a frequent drug user. He seed more like he was just malnourished.
Jimmy: "How does he usually live?"
Woody: "Church, shelters, roadside tents, all of that. I once tried to get him to do so off-the-books jobs, but he couldn't stick to anything. I have no idea what his future will be like."
Jimmy: "Did he say where he got it from?"
Woody: "I don't know, but there's a little bit left on the restroom counter. I didn't touch it."
Jimmy: "I will take a look. Keep an eye on him and don't let him move around."
Jimmy knew the layout of the bar well, and he went straight to the restroom. On the countertop, there was a transparent bag with a white crystalline flake inside and so powder that had spilled out, very little, but certainly enough to send a person straight to Hell.
Putting on gloves, Jimmy picked up the corner of the baggie and left the restroom, "Woody, is there only this stuff? Did he bring anything else with him?"
Woody pointed to a small, tattered shoulder bag on the floor beside the bed: "Just that."
Jimmy looked into the bag and saw three more similar packets; judging by the size of the packets in the bag, the one he had was only half a packet. No question about it, it was an overdose. Sothing seed off. This Teddy obviously had no experience; how could he use such a large amount? Moreover, the drugs in his bag weren't cheap; anything crystallized ant a high purity level. This kind of stuff looked wrong and shouldn't have been here, which ant Teddy probably got it from soone, or there was a slip-up sowhere that let him find it.
Jimmy placed the items on a nearby countertop and turned to Woody, "Woody, these aren't things he should've been able to get his hands on. Are you sure he wasn't involved in any particular activities?"
Woody shook his head, "I'm just very grateful to him, but I'm not supporting him. I don't know about his whereabouts."
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