"I didn''t." Erica smacked his head. "Just focus on your business."


    Debra and Marion exchanged a nce. Then all four crowded around the screen.


    "This site''s got about ten thousand ounts," Randy said. "Not a huge number, but for a site like this, it''s wild. If the Illuminati members are all rich folks, these users cover every big shot and nouveau riche out there. So, I hacked into one that doesn''t log in much. Shouldn''t raise any gs."


    They skimmed the site fast, hunting for clues.


    "Look at this." Debra pointed.


    A powder listed on the homepage caught her attention, reminding her of the drug Drake had injected her with before.


    She frowned. "Drake shut down the production of this drug, didn''t he? Why is it still floating around the ck market?"


    "No trademark on this stuff," Randy said. "Someone''s probably cooking up a knockoff or the real deal and mass-producing it."


    He thought for a moment and added, "I remember when the Lowe Group developed this drug, they discovered it was highly addictive. If someone suddenly stops using it, it could be fatal. Drake couldn''t care less about the lives or deaths of these addicts. They must have found another way, and the Illuminati is one of the channels for this powder."


    "I''ll ask him," Marion said, standing up.


    Debra didn''t stop him. She asked, "Can you track who''s buying this powder?"


    "Sure," Randy replied. "It''s popr. Otherwise, it wouldn''t be front and center. They can''t ship it, though, there''s gotta be a fixed drop spot. I''ll dig."


    "Cool," Debra said, ncing outside and following behind Marion.


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    Drake propped up in bed. "No way. That batch was scrapped ages ago. It''s not out there."


    "You sure your guys didn''t leak the recipe?" Marion pressed.


    "I killed them all," Drake said. "It''s illegal, and I don''t leave loose ends. If I can''t profit off it, no one else will."


    Debra stepped in. "But it''s on the Illuminati''s dark web for sale. You say it''s fake?"


    Drake nced at her. "Gotta be fake. Or you could bring me a bag to check."


    "You want me to swipe one for you?" Debra snorted. "Just open your mouth and ask, huh?"


    If she could catch a deal in action, she''d hand it to the drug squad.


    The Illuminati wasn''t dumb. Plus, this stuff was traced back to the Lowe Group. If they reported it, they might not be able to nail the Illuminati, only to bust Drake instead.