Undercover Angel

Undercover AngelIt was Five O'Clock in the morning, January 3, 1978, and Dan Black was out of booze and almost out of speed. Nearly $600 worth of meth-amphetamine had disappeared into his nostrils since noon, and now all he had left was a thin, two-inch line that sat on a small mirror on the motel nightstand. When he had checked in the morning before, the desk clerk had given him a bottle of California champagne as a belated New Year's courtesy. He had drunk it while it was still cold, and by mi...