Apprentice Framed Me for Drugs

Summary

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At the joint checkpoint on the interstate highway, a narcotics officer tapped on my car window.

"Routine inspection. Open the trunk," he commanded.

I was about to reach for the federal special medical transport permit in my bag.

Suddenly, Zane Holt, the apprentice I had mentored for five years, jumped out of the passenger seat.

He pointed at me and screamed, "Officer, he's a drug dealer! There are drugs in the back!"

The world went silent for a second before the piercing alarm blared. Fo