I was a bit insolent, but I was no girl-slayer. I explained that I'd passed Rita my pill tin and that there might have been some Tylenol 3 in there, and that perhaps she'd taken that and suffered some sort of allergic reaction. I showed them the little box. They were looking for a drug bust, and they fully expected me to lead them to the heart of a ruthless cartel that ran roughshod over the law in several South American countries. T.J. spat, agitated, her increasingly red face providing a strange counterpoint to that white cotton-candy hair.
Small doses create a feeling of euphoria.
Larger doses can bring about depression, irrational behavior, poor reflexes and slurred speech, even death. I stopped her. Pretty soon it was going to be time to call my attorney. If only I had an attorney. Suzanne, this is serious business.