Chapter 129: Cigarettes and Dead Skunk

My nose crinkles at the odor floating up from the room vents and floor. It's a cross between a cigarette and a dead skunk, as if somebody found a piece of roadkill, rolled it up and decide to smoke it. The thought alone makes me gag.

I'm not a person to smoke recreational weed myself, even though it is legal, but even I know what it smells like. Although this stuff is expired. Can weed expire?

But where would it be coming from? Even though the drug may be legal in Maine for personal use, it doesn't mean they can smoke in the bed-and-breakfast even in the privacy of rooms. We're a no smoking facility. This building has been around for over one hundred years. It's kindling.

I follow the putrid smell out into the hallway, my nose taking in all the scents around me like I've turned into a bloodhound drug-sniffing dog. Thinking of that, what happened to all those canines now that weed is legal? Did they ship them to other states? Or do they use them to sniff out large quantities of po