Sunk Cost Fallacy

“Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart“ the man crooned and Shelby smiled timidly. She was stupid, probably more naive than she ought to be as a dancer, and so she didn’t catch the small pill Falcone had dropped into the rum-cherry coke. (Tim did catch it, but he saw no way around it. He drank with trembling hands and nearly spit it all across Falcone’s fatty, bald head)Desperately, he looked around, when he spotted him;Jason was in the club, mingling with some of his goons and cooly overseeing the crowd.Shelby (Tim, it was Tim) managed to twist in the lab of Falcone and made a signal with her manicured hand. Her nails are press on and long, a deep red in color and she signs like her life depends on it. In a way, it does. She knows Hood had seen her, was watching her, and behind her back she began to spell out her issue. M-i-s-s-i-o-n / D-r-u-g / H-e-l-p / R-R or: an undercover mission goes sideways and help comes from unexpected sources DAY 11: DRUGGING