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“Ok boys, let’s see some identification.” His voice in character was firm and authoritative. Bill pulled out his ID quickly. Too quickly in Sammy’s eyes, but he didn’t see the small wrap of cocaine he passed at the same time. It didn’t matter, Sammy clammed up. The game was gone. “Don’t have any.” Gil made straight to grab him as he tried to pass, pinning him against the wall; he reached to try and plant the coke but Sammy wriggled out of his reach. Gil grabbed his shirt pocket. The kid was quick and smart. Gil tried several more times to plant it but couldn’t and it was just making Sammy more agitated. Gil’s heart raced. There was no time for thinking now; he grabbed the handcuffs from his belt and waved them at Sammy. Bill stood in quiet support.” — Mel Vil