Herminio Hurtado-Resendiz told the officer straight, just like he’d told the woman at Rancho’s bar. “Man,” he said, “You ain’t listening to a word I been saying. I ain’t selling no blow… No crack cocaine, amphetamines, ketamine, heroin, marijuana, or methadone. Shit, I’ll even prove it to you.”
“That right, huh?” the officer said.
Herminio gave him that smile, the one that said fuck you. He dug deep into his pockets and turned them inside out. “Shit man,” he said. “That ain’t nothing… You dig?”
The officer picked up the small plastic bag that Herminio dropped from his pocket.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of Herminio Hurado-Resendiz – http://nwfdailynews.com