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something quite exciting about taking risks. There was also something very fulfilling about being able to spend all the money you wanted. Becoming a drug courier wasn’t so bad after all.
    Even when Kathy Gaultney found herself driving hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of cannabisplus $45,000 in cash in the boot of her car, it did not worry her. Who would bother stopping and searching a housewife from St Jacob? She hardly looked the part of a hardened drug smuggler involved in one of the biggest cannabis supply networks in American criminal history.
    As she parked her car outside her cosy little cottage in that tiny rural community, she did not even bother to take her valuable booty inside the house. It was better if she kept it out of the way of her kids and husband Keith. He was always ranting in redneck fashion about how awful drugs were. He even warned her daughter to be careful.
    ‘There’s a lot of evil people out there who’ll try and force you to take drugs. Just tell ’em no way.’
    Keith Gaultney could hardly talk. He could not even come to terms with his own addiction – to alcohol. Yet somehow – in his mind at least – the damage he was inflicting on his own liver was not as morally wrong as smoking pot. Sometimes Kathy Gaultney felt like telling him that pot was probably less harmful that booze, but she never bothered. He would not have appreciated her opinions. As far as Keith Gaultney was concerned, women were to be seen and not heard.
    ‘Kathy. What the hell have you got in the trunk, woman?’
    Keith Gaultney was sober for once. But then itwas seven in the morning when he went outside to get a jack from his wife’s car and discovered a small fortune in drugs stashed in the boot.
    Kathy Gaultney did not reply at first. She needed a moment to think about this. She was in a classic dilemma – did she admit to Keith that they were drugs; or should she try and deny they even belonged to her?
    But it did not take her long to realise there was no point in hiding the obvious. Kathy pulled her husband down on the bed beside her and started to tell him the truth. But being honest is not always the best answer when it comes to marriage. Keith Gaultney was spitting mad. In any case, for once in his life, he had something on her. All his years of heavy drinking had put him in a vulnerable position as far as their relationship was concerned. Now, for the first time, he had the upper hand and he was determined to milk it for all it was worth.
    ‘Drugs? What the hell are you doin’ selling drugs?’
    But then Kathy had the perfect excuse.
    ‘How else were we goin’ to pay the mortgage, the bills, the kids’ clothes?’
    Keith Gaultney did not like facing the realities of the situation. He hated the fact that he had not been the main breadwinner in the family for a long, long time. Kathy was making him face facts – and it hurt.
    ‘But we could have survived some other way.’
    Kathy Gaultney did not agree. It was time for some plain speaking in that household. Maybe the discovery of the drugs was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps now she could come out in the open and say what she had been thinking for years.
    ‘There was no other way. You’ve lived off my money for months. I haven’t noticed you complaining.’
    Keith Gaultney did not reply. He understood her point but he would never accept that selling drugs was the answer. He’d never felt the urge to even try pot as a kid. Now his wife, the mother of his only son, was admitting that she was heavily involved in a vast drug ring. Keith Gaultney retreated into his own shell-like existence from that day onwards.
    For months he hardly spoke to his wife and sank deeper and deeper into an alcoholic abyss. The only times he could bring himself to talk to her were when he could not stand the thought of what she was involved in. Then he would let fly with a tirade of abuse centred around the inevitable subject of drugs.
    ‘How can you sit there and