The cop had pulled him over for speeding, although he never got a ticket for that.

Zach had been speeding, no doubt. But he got pulled over for dirving past a state trooper too fast.

The statie didn’t have his radar gun up, so he couldn’t clock the speed. But even Deputy Dog could have seen what was going on in the car.

The Dog might have flipped if he got near the truck…

The tags on the car were from Florida, so the process or liniage to determine whose case it was took and looked like four privates with their dicks in their hands trying to dig a trench.

It just didn’t go well and took a long time.

Zach just sat back in the small prison in Latimer, South Carolina and waited, listening to the cop talk over the phone. He really wanted to hear the other side. He wanted to know who he was going to deal with.

To Zach, time wasn’t necessarily money. Time was yet another opportunity to make money, but some businesses have no time limit. If you have goods in a seller’s market, the product goes regardless whether it’s Tuesday or December 25.

And for someone locked up in the middle of nowhere, he didn’t seem too scared. He seemed to be waiting on something…