I want to be honest about where my mind went, because it is the whole engine of everything foolish I was about to do.

My mind went to the darkest possible place, instantly and without resistance.

It did not pause to consider the enormous unlikelihood of my Grace Church, spice-organizing, chamomile-tea mother-in-law running any sort of illicit operation out of my guest room.

It simply saw dozens of coded bags of white powder in a suitcase and drew the one conclusion the movies had trained it to draw, and then it began, helpfully, to assemble a case.

Chapter 9 — Get Up Here Right Now