There is a streak of puritanism running through some noir literature. Take one step off the straight-and-narrow and you are inevitably doomed. Things keep getting worse and every attempt you make to correct your path only drags you inexorably toward the pit.
Which brings us to Booster, a fireman with a chemistry degree, which earns him the dubious privilege of being the first into a meth lab gone deadly. He's the one who enters first in full HAZMAT gear and has to determine if all the idiots inside were killed by the poisonous brew they created or whether there might be survivors.
And this time he finds a bag stuffed with four hundred grand. Obviously he ought to leave it where it lies, but who will know if he doesn't? And so he takes one step off the straight-and-narrow...
Excellent story that kept surprising me.
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