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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

Despite the resultant crackdown on its importation by the authorities, all of this made it an ideal commodity for traffickers, and was why the Asian connections of Dr. Yee, Juan Suarez’s fentanyl supplier, were important to him and T’phong Soh. Dr. Yee was a dentist with coke-bottle glasses who ran an import-export business on the side. He had always been reliable, and provided product of serviceable quality at cut-rate prices. The increased attention on the opioid crisis generally, and on the role of fentanyl in the drug trade specifically, was squeezing Dr. Yee and making shipments more dangerous. Dr. Yee had texted early in the morning that he needed to discuss the situation. Juan Suarez texted back and instructed Dr. Yee to meet him at the Belle Isle Marshes. His thought was that an outdoor meeting would ensure brevity; Suarez had a busy day ahead of him and didn’t want to waste too much time with Dr. Yee.

Suarez pulled into the parking lot off Bennington Street in East Boston, at the edge of the marshes. The reservation was squeezed in between Eastie and Winthrop, so it was convenient for both Suarez and Dr. Yee, and with the weather as cold as it was, the place would be deserted.

There was one vehicle in the lot, a white rusted-out service van that looked as though it might have been abandoned rather than parked. Suarez got out of his car and looked around the area. A slight breeze drifted across the marshes, raising a soft rustle. Other than that, everything was quiet and still.

He headed up the main path to where it branched off into multiple smaller trails. He had instructed Dr. Yee to take the first two left trails and meet him by the bench that faced the airport. Suarez stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched the steam explode from his mouth as he breathed. He still had trouble fathoming the cold in this godforsaken place. Before coming to Boston, he had lived only in Central America and Los Angeles. His first Boston winter had been mild, though he had marveled at the freezing temperatures, and distrusted those who had said that it could get colder. This winter had proved them right, though, and he still could not believe that any place on earth could stay this cold for this long.