Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

month’s time. I saw it on your face when you said it. You weren’t lying. So there’s a reason. And I’m not leaving until you tell me what it is.”
    The eyes of the young Latino flickered. He was obviously nervous. But nervous about what?
    “You can’t tell anyone you heard this from me. We weren’t supposed to tell anyone,” he said.
    “I promise,” Adam replied. Like a promise meant something in a dark back alley in Mexico.
    “My boss has heard that the Americans are planning to tighten the laws for psychedelics next month. Twenty to life in prison for possession and sale. Doesn’t matter how much you get caught with. If that’s true, Mexico will soon follow. So we are shifting our resources to other drugs. Psychedelics simply won’t be worth the risk anymore.”
    “Life for possession?”
    “That’s what my boss has heard. Sounds fucking insane, eh? But that’s what he’s heard. Has connections in the DEA and the CIA. So do you wanna buy some? You won’t be able to get shit in a few weeks.”
    Adam considered what the young Latino had just told him. He didn’t believe him. But it was a fact that the US government had started to crack down quite heavily on psychedelics since Cameron and Cody were freed from MKULTRA’s grip two years ago. At the same time as the US had eased the sentencing for heroin- and cocaine-related offences, they had gradually increased the mandatory minimum sentencing for getting caught with psychedelics. Nowadays you were much better off getting caught with a few grams of crack or methamphetamine than the same amount of LSD or Mescalin. But life in prison? Surely they wouldn’t go that far.
    Adam knew what he had to do though. Even if there was only a remote chance that the young Latino was correct, Adam had to warn Dr Drecker and Cody.
    He had to warn them about what was coming.
     
     
     
     
     
     

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    “Don’t listen to me, Cody. Listen to what the figures tell you,” Dr Drecker said.
    “I don’t want to. I don’t care how many followers we have. It’s all a sham anyway.”
    “All a sham? For these people you are a God, Cody. A God.”
    “And we both know that’s not true. I’m not a God, I’m just a fucked up science project.”
    “You are the next step in evolution, Cody. You are the future of humanity.”
    “You think I’m the future of humanity? I’m blind, dad. Fucking blind. I have the power to heal everybody but myself. If I catch the flu, I could die.”
    “That’s what makes you so special, Cody. The other patients, the death row prisoners, they weren’t worthy of the gift of DMT. What’s the point of living forever if it’s not you anymore?”
    “So I should be happy? I should be happy I’m mortal? I’m always sick, dad. I’m over it.”
    “I know, Cody. And that’s why I want you to understand what these figures mean. Soon we won’t need him anymore. Soon we will be powerful enough on our own.”
    “And you think he will just let us walk out of here? I’m his insurance policy, dad. He’ll never let me go. Never.”
    “You’re so much more than an insurance policy. Sit down, Cody. I’ll show you.”
     
     

5
    The trip had taken them a week and a half. They had anchored up the sailboat in Belize Harbour, rented a small jeep for the trek into the jungle, and then they had just gone. There had been no discussion, no arguments, they had all agreed. If the young Latino was correct, then Cody and Dr Drecker weren’t safe anymore. After Adam, Nina and Cameron had sailed off with their forty-two-foot sailboat, Dr Drecker and Cody had chosen a different route. They had ventured deep into the Mexican inlands. It was a dangerous place; drug lords ruled most areas with iron fists. Thousands of people had been killed in the intense rivalry between competing drug cartels over the years. And not only cartel members. Innocent bystanders were frequently killed as well. Massacred. You just had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, even