I sometimes have a feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think "Hmm, better not." (Pitch Perfect)

I was crying before I knew what was happening. Steinbecker pulled me into the backseat of her Mercedes without missing a beat. I was shivering despite the heat.

“Listen, Honey,” she said with a deep breath and took my hand in hers, “there's been an incident.”

I gasped and shivered more. “What happened? They know about the meth?”

“It's more than that,” she said with a heavy heart. I thought she was making it out to be more than it was.

“The production at the building was getting to be quite substantial. I think you were well aware of that.” I nodded. “The market for illegal drugs in Los Angeles is insatiable but the production here had come to the attention of a Mexican drug cartel that felt this was hindering their business.”

“How could it be? We only sold it here? We didn't go out and take customers from anyone. I guess there was some sold at Lifestyle, Super Hundred and Honey.”

“That's not really how it works. It's about territory and... Honey, it's bad.”

“What? Am I under arrest?”

“Maybe we should get Joseph or Rider in here before I tell you.”

I punched the back of the black leather seat ahead of me in a swift change of emotion. I demanded, “What's going on?”

She swallowed before she said, “They came to the Hundred Party on Friday and...”

“And what?” I shouted.