“We’ve thought of having you caught at a party using coke, but that’d involve a lot of other people. If they’re in on the scam, you’re in trouble. If not, we’ve set up a lot of people.”
“We’ve thought of you buying, off duty, for your own personal use,” Deems interjected.
“That won’t work. My partner and just about everyone in my department knows how I feel about drugs. Hell, I bitch enough when I have to use for an undercover bust. I hate using the stuff.”
“Maybe that’s exactly why it will work,” Maggie added. “You know, the old I-think-the-lady-doth-protest-too-much routine.”
Cam shook her head. “No. I don’t think so. There’s got to be some other way. I’ve worked undercover for too long to think some of this would work. I don’t—won’t use, except when I’m making a buy to bust someone. But you’re right.” She looked at Wendell. “Let’s kick some more ideas around. It is my life we’re playing with. If I get inside, I don’t want anybody to be suspicious.”