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With Seattle police cracking down on crack and messing up the meth, cookers didn't mind whipping up their brand of brain poison in a quiet community where they hoped to remain undetected.
"What is it?" Zack asked.
She strained to listen, then shook her head.
"Nothing." She prepared to slip on her headgear again. "I think I'll stop by the other scene later today to see how Jackie's doing." At his look she added, "I'm not checking up on her."
"Yes, you are." He held up his hands in a stopping motion. "That's all right. Scene-2-Clean is your company. You have the right to make sure your employee's doing a decent job on the first scene she's worked alone."
"Yeah, it's not that I want her thinking I don't trust her, but-" She stopped again.
