Better Living Through Chemistry (har har)

Caleb called.  That was bizarre enough.  The fact that it was another of his demon and drugs leads failed to throw Tara as much as the fact he had the cajones to do so and then follow it up by the playing the "I'm retired, and I know no one in Opal City anyway.  You go clean it up." card that reminded her why the pair of them had worked so well in the field and had been in a verbal sparring match the rest of the time.

Ah, be nicer to him, Tara.  She thought.  He's raising his kid and taking care of his wife and all that.  Considering what he and his sister could do if they went rogue - and with Hotshot's powers losing control - all of them are doing a world a service by staying away from this shit.

Green Shield, however, realized she had become hooked into the cape life for good.  Her body would never be normal, and, like all surgeons, having the power of life and death and knowing just how much you did changed you.  It was like the Tree of Knowledge.  Once you ate the fruit you knew your body and will and understood what they could do in the world.  Speaking of which...

An unmarked truck rolls up to the loading dock.  Workers scramble out to meet the driver and begin to load his cargo of tainted morphine.  Some would hit the streets.  Some would greatly shorten the lifespan of the critically ill or injured.  If Caleb's intel was correct (and the guy was rarely wrong about this stuff, sadly) all of the treated that died would rise as hollows, ready to work as demon hosts.

Slipping down the side of a neighboring building, she moved herself into the shadows.  First she needed the evidence, then she'll handle the truck.