Reaching over, Cal tied a strip of adhesive latex over the swab quickly, reaching over to his lockbox afterwards and producing a disposal bin. "We'll gather everything up in here and I'll keep it safe until I get word about disposal," Cal assured him. "And I've got a few of these, in case there's any other need."
At the question (which had been the one Cal expected, even) he sat back in his chair with a slight frown. "Trafficking heroin," Cal answered evenly and without hesitation. "It's a bullshit charge, though. I've never even smoked a joint, man, and last time I got drunk was when I graduated from med school. I got set the fuck up, plain and simple."