I slide the damp plastic bag to him, his eyes dart down, confusion written on his face until he realizes what’s inside, quickly snatching it up and hiding it, looking around to see if anyone saw. He leans forward.

“Where the hell did you get this?” He says, the anger in his voice makes it feel as if he’s yelling, despite how quiet it really is. My head tilts to the side.

“Is this not what you w...