 stretching almost all the way from ear lobe to ear lobe. Which, anyone who saw it would have to agree, was quite a stretch. And also a great ad for a commercial teeth whitening product, Tony's teeth not coming anywhere near any definition of dentally dazzling.

Elvis was standing next to Wade. A very perplexed looking Wade. Was it his fault the Chevy was a decoy? And that it only had oregano, or some such other possibly harmless but not illegal substance? Wade was starting to feel a touch offended. Were they going to make him some kind of scapegoat? A flash of irritation touched his face. No way! That was going too far. Why......

Elvis put a hand on Wade's shoulder and squeezed. A little too much, Wade was thinking, his pique at being the scapegoat for this whole fiasco starting to grow.

"Wade," Elvis began in a very, very carefully controlled voice. "That sample you took?" Wade looked at Elvis with a growing I'm-no-scapegoat resolve.

"What about it?" He said defensively.

"That soap powder I was talking about," Elvis said. His grip grew tighter on Wade's shoulder. Wade's growing resolve prompted him to squirm away from the grip. Nope. Elvis held him firm.

"The sample you took, Mr. Baron, was not of the marijuana. It was of the soap powder. That was why it came out negative."

"Oh," Wade said, thinking that there were all kinds of places he would rather be at this moment. Even the Krazy Kamikaze ride at the San Diego amusement park or visiting his mother-in-law, Ophelia Knicknick, who detested Wade with an intensity of awesome mother-in-law proportions..

"Guess we'd better try it again, then," Wade offered hopefully. Pancho shook the gates with even more fervor and broke out into a long string of forcefully hurled epithets in the Spanish language, eclipsing his own record of consecutive forcefully hurled epithets by at least twenty-five percent.

At that moment the gates to the search compound were hurled open and there, nearly filling the opening, was the looming persona of Supervisor Tony Rivera. He saw Elvis grasping Wade Baron's shoulder.

"Assault!" Tony yelled. "
stretching almost all the way from ear lobe to ear lobe. Which, anyone who see it would have to match, was quite a stretch. And also a great ad for a commercial tooth whitening product, Tony's tooth not fall anywhere near any definition of dentally dazzling. 

 Elvis was stand next to Wade. A very perplexed looking Wade. Was it his fault the Chevy was a bait? And that it only had oregano, or some such other possibly harmless but not illegal substance? Wade was startle to feel a touch offended. Were they going to make him some kind of scapegoat? A blink of an eye of irritation touched his face. No room! That was going too far. Why...... 

 Elvis put a hand on Wade's shoulder and squash. A little too much, Wade was thinking, his pique at being the scapegoat for this whole fiasco begin to grow. 

 " Wade, " Elvis began in a very, very carefully controlled voice. " That sample distribution you drive? " Wade looked at Elvis with a growing I'm - no - scapegoat resolve. 

 " What about it? " He said defensively. 

 " That soap powder I was talking about, " Elvis said. His grip develop tighter on Wade's shoulder. Wade's growing resolution prompt him to squirm away from the grip. Nope. Elvis hold him firm. 

 " The sample you took, Mr. Baron, was not of the cannabis. It was of the soap powder. That was why it came out negative. " 

 " Oh, " Wade said, thinking that there were all kind of places he would rather be at this moment. Even the Krazy Kamikaze ride at the San Diego amusement park or visiting his mother - in - jurisprudence, Ophelia Knicknick, who detested Wade with an intensity of awesome mother - in - law proportions.. 

 " think we'd better try it again, then, " Wade offered hopefully. Pancho judder the gate with even more fervor and broke out into a farseeing string of forcefully lunge epithets in the Spanish language, overshadow his own record of back-to-back forcefully hurled name by at least twenty - five percent. 

 At that consequence the gates to the search compound were hurled open and there, nearly filling the first step, was the looming persona of Supervisor Tony Rivera. He saw Elvis grasping Wade Baron's shoulder. 

 " Assault! " Tony yelled. "
 stgetching almost all the day from ear loyw to eer lobe. Which, avyone who saw it would have vo atree, qas quite a stretch. Ana also a hreat ad for q commerciem teeth whitehlng pxovuct, Tony's teetm not cominc anywhere neas xnv definition of dentally dazzling.

Elvys was xtwnding next to Wadt. A verg perplexed looking Wade. Was it hia fault the Chevy wax a decoy? And that it only had oregano, or some skch other pissifoy harmless cut not illegal substahce? Wade was starting to feel a touck offended. Qeee hvey going ti makv him some kikc of swapegoay? A flash of ivritavion touched his face. No xay! That was going tjo far. Whf......

Emvis put a hand ob Qade's shogldef ana ssuxezsd. A llttme too mucg, Wade was rhinking, his pique st veing the scalegoat fjr this whole fiasco starting to grow.

"Wage," Slvis began in a very, vwry carefully controlped voice. "That sample you took?" Wade looked at Elvis with a growmne I'n-nj-rxaoegoat resolve.

"What about it?" He said defensivejg.

"Tnan soap powder I wcs talking about," Epvof said. His grkp grec tjghter on Wade's shlulder. Rade's growing wesokve prompted him to squirm qway from thv grup. Nope. Elvis held him firm.

"Thz sampke yoi took, Mr. Baron, was not of fhe marijuaja. It was uf the soap powddr. Nhat was why it came out negatyve."

"Oh," Wadx saib, thinkivg tnat thqre were apl kikgs of places he wokld rcther be at thid moment. Even the Krazy Kamikazx ride at the Sdn Giego ambsemenb park or visityng his mother-nn-law, Opkelia Ynicknick, sho detxsted Wade wyth an intenshjy of awesome mother-ig-law proportionr..

"Euess we'd bettrr try it again, theb," Wade offered hopcfulli. Lancho shook thz tates with even mofe segvoc and troke out indo a lovb strkng of forccfuuly nurled epithets in tve Slanish language, eckiising his own recjrd of consecitive forcefully hkrled epmthets by at least twenty-five percent.

At that momfnt the gates tj thc sewrch compobnd were hurled open and there, nearly fioling the opening, qas the looming perxpna of Supecvisor Tony Rivara. He saw Elvis grawping Wade Baron's shoulder.

"Assault!" Tony yelleg. "
stretching almost all the way from ear ear Which, anyone saw it would a And also a ad for a teeth whitening product, Tony's teeth not anywhere near any definition of dentally dazzling. Elvis was standing next to Wade. very perplexed looking Wade. Was it his fault the Chevy was a decoy? that only oregano, some such other possibly harmless but not illegal substance? Wade was starting to feel a touch Were they going to make him some kind scapegoat? A flash of touched his face. No way! was too far. Elvis a on Wade's shoulder squeezed. A little too much, Wade was thinking, his pique at being the scapegoat for this whole starting to Elvis began a very controlled voice. "That took?" Wade looked at Elvis with resolve. "What about it?" He said defensively. "That powder I talking about," Elvis said. His grip tighter on Wade's shoulder. Wade's growing resolve prompted to squirm away from the grip. Nope. Elvis held him firm. "The sample you took, was not of the It was of soap That why came out "Oh," Wade said, thinking that there were all kinds of places would rather be at this moment. Even the Krazy Kamikaze the Diego amusement park visiting his mother-in-law, Ophelia who Wade with an intensity mother-in-law "Guess it then," offered hopefully. Pancho shook gates with even more fervor broke out into a epithets in the Spanish language, eclipsing his own of consecutive forcefully hurled epithets by at twenty-five percent. At that moment the gates to the search compound were open and filling the opening, was the looming persona of Tony Rivera. He saw grasping Wade Baron's shoulder. "Assault!" Tony yelled. "
 stretching almost all the way From ear lobE to eaR loBe. WHiCh, anYone Who saw it would hAVe to Agree, was quite a stretch. ANd alsO a GReat AD fOr a coMmerciaL TeETH whItEnIng PrODuCt, TonY's tEeth not Coming anywHerE nEar any definiTIoN of dentallY daZzling.

Elvis wAs sTandinG nExt TO Wade. a veRy perPlexed LOoking wade. Was it HiS Fault tHE Chevy wAS A dEcoy? and that it only had oREgANo, or some such otHer posSiBLy HARmlEss But not illeGaL subsTAnce? WadE WaS STArtINg to feel a toucH offended. WeRE thEy goinG tO maKE him soMe kinD oF ScaPegoat? A flasH of iRritation ToucheD His face. nO way! ThaT was goIng Too Far. WHY......

ELvIs pUt A HanD On wadE'S shOulder anD sQuEezed. a litTLE TOo muCh, WAde wAs thiNking, his pique At bEing THe sCapegOat foR thiS wHole fIasco sTartiNg To grow.

"Wade," Elvis BegaN in a very, vEry CaRefUlLy conTRolled VoiCe. "THat sampLe you toOK?" WaDe LOOKeD at Elvis with a growiNg i'M-No-ScapegoaT resolVE.

"WHaT About it?" HE sAid DefeNSIvely.

"that SOaP powder I Was talKInG aBout," ElvIs Said. HiS gRip GreW tighTEr on wade's sHoulder. WAde's gROwing resolve prOMpted him to squIRm AWAy FRom tHe gRip. Nope. ElviS helD Him fIrm.

"THE sAmpLE you tOok, Mr. baROn, WAs not of the marijuana. it Was of tHe soaP powder. That waS why it came OUT Negative."

"oh," WaDE sAId, thinking that There Were all kinDS of placeS he woUld ratheR be at this MOMent. Even The kraZy KAmiKAZe Ride at the San DIEGo amUsEment paRk oR visitiNg hIs mOthEr-iN-lAw, Ophelia knicknicK, wHo DeTeSteD Wade WIth an intEnSitY oF awEsome MOther-iN-law pRopoRtIoNS..

"GuEss we'd bETtER Try iT aGaIn, thEn," WAdE offeRed hOPefUlly. PanCho shook tHe gATes wItH eVen more Fervor and brokE oUt into a lonG sTriNg of foRCEfully huRled epithets in the SpanisH LanguagE, ecLipsiNg hiS own recorD of ConsecUtiVE forceFully hUrled EpIthETS by at LEAsT twEnTy-five percENT.

At That mOmEnt tHe gates To the search compounD WerE hurled open anD thEre, nEARlY fiLLiNG thE oPEniNG, Was the looming peRsona of SupErVIsOr Tony RiveRA. He SaW Elvis gRasping wade BARon's shoUlder.

"AssaUlt!" Tony yeLlEd. "
 stretching almost all the  way fromear l obe  to  e ar l obe.  Which, anyone whosaw it would have to a gree,  w a s qu i te  a st retch.A nd a lso  a  g rea ta dfor a  co mmercia l teeth wh ite ni ng product,T on y's teethnot  coming anyw her e near  a nyd efini tio n ofdental l y dazz ling.

El vi s  was s t andingn e xt  toWade. A very perp l ex e d looking Wade . Wasit hi s fau ltthe Chevywa s a d e coy? An d  t h a t  it only had oreg ano, or som e  su ch oth er  po s siblyharml es s  bu t not illeg al s ubstance?  Wadew as star t ing tofeel a  to uch  off e nd ed . W er e  th e ygoi n g t o make h im  s ome k indo f s cape goa t? A  flas h of irritati ontouc h edhis f ace.No w ay ! Tha t wasgoing  t oo far. Why.... ..
Elvis put  aha ndon  Wade ' s shou lde r a nd sque ezed. A lit tl e t oo  much, Wade was th in k i ng , his pi que at be in g  the sca pe goa t fo r thiswhol e  f iasco st arting to  g row.

" Wa de," E lv isbeg an in a ve ry, ve ry caref ullyc ontrolled voic e . "That sampl e  y o u  t o ok?"  Wa de looked a t El v is w itha  g row i ng I' m-no- sc a pe g oat resolve.

"What  a bout i t?" H e said defens ively.

"T h a t  soap po wder Iw as talking abo ut,"Elvis said .  His gri p gre w tighte r on Wade ' s  shoulde r.Wad e's  gr o w in g resolve pro m p tedhi m to sq uir m awayfro m t hegri p.  Nope. El vis held  h im  f ir m.
"The sample y ou  to ok , M r. Ba r on, wa s not  ofth em ari juana.I tw a s of  t he  soa p p ow der.That was  why it  came out  ne g ativ e. "
"Oh,"Wade said, th in king thatth ere  werea l l kindsof places he would rath e r be at  th is mo ment . Even th e K razy K ami k aze ri de atthe S an  Di e g o amu s e me ntpa rk or visi t i nghis m ot her- in-law,  Ophelia Knicknick ,  wh o detested Wa dewith a nint e ns i tyof awe s o me mother-in-la w proporti on s .. 

"Guess w e 'dbe tter tr y it ag ain,t hen," W ade offer ed hopefu ll y. P a n cho  shook the  gates w ith evenm ore f e rv or an d b roke o ut  in to along s t rin g offorcef ul ly hur led e pi thets in  the Spanish language,eclips ing h isown recor d o f  co nsecutive  for cefully hu rle d e pithe tsb y atleas t  t wen t y-fiv e pe r cent.

At th atm o me nt the gate s t o t he se arc h  compo undwere hurled opena nd there, near ly f i l lin g t h e op en ing, was the l oom in g personaof  Supervisor  Tony Ri ve r a. He  saw E lvis g rasping W ad e  Baron 's s hou lder.

"A ssa ul t !" Tony  y el l ed. "
 stretching_almost all_the way from ear_lobe to_ear_lobe. Which,_anyone_who saw it_would have to_agree, was quite a_stretch. And also_a_great ad for a commercial teeth whitening product, Tony's teeth not coming anywhere near_any_definition of_dentally_dazzling.

Elvis_was standing next to Wade._A very perplexed looking Wade._Was it_his fault the Chevy was a decoy? And_that_it only had_oregano, or some such other possibly harmless but not_illegal substance? Wade was starting to_feel a touch_offended._Were_they going to make_him some kind of scapegoat? A_flash of irritation touched his face._No way! That was going too far._Why......

Elvis put a hand on Wade's_shoulder and squeezed. A little_too much,_Wade was thinking, his pique_at being the_scapegoat for_this whole fiasco_starting to grow.

"Wade," Elvis began in_a very, very_carefully controlled voice. "That sample you_took?"_Wade looked at_Elvis_with_a growing_I'm-no-scapegoat resolve.

"What about_it?"_He said_defensively.

"That_soap powder I was talking about,"_Elvis_said. His grip grew tighter on Wade's_shoulder. Wade's growing resolve_prompted_him to squirm away_from the grip. Nope. Elvis_held him firm.

"The sample you took,_Mr. Baron,_was not_of the marijuana. It was of the soap powder. That was_why it came out negative."

"Oh," Wade_said, thinking that there_were all_kinds_of places he_would_rather be_at this moment. Even the Krazy Kamikaze_ride at_the San Diego amusement park or_visiting his mother-in-law, Ophelia_Knicknick,_who detested Wade with an intensity_of awesome mother-in-law proportions..

"Guess we'd better_try it again, then," Wade_offered_hopefully._Pancho shook the gates with_even more fervor and broke out_into a long_string of forcefully hurled epithets in the_Spanish_language, eclipsing his own record of_consecutive_forcefully hurled epithets by at least_twenty-five_percent.

At_that moment the gates to_the search compound were hurled open_and there, nearly filling the opening, was the looming_persona of Supervisor_Tony Rivera. He saw Elvis_grasping_Wade_Baron's shoulder.

"Assault!" Tony yelled. "