Lieutenant Sarah Slade stepped out of the forensic lab, walking over to where Officer Murphy had been waiting. By now she had reached her full thirty one years, and her hair had become a midnight black. Her skin had also darkened a bit to a light mocha, though she maintained the exquisite figure and sterling blue eyes of her former life.
"This shit's big, Call," she told her partner, "I cornered the guy who filled out the tests, some pencil neck by the name of Ted. Threatened the guy with sicking internal affairs on him, get him fired for corruption of evidence, fraud, the whole nine yards."
"And did it work?" her subordinated asked.
Sarah shook her head, "That's the thing. He didn't say a word. Either he has nerves of steel, which judging by how quickly he wet his pants he doesn't, or he's even more scared of whoever put him up to it. But the question is who. Could be some corrupt official, cartel boss, someone with major pull. That still leaves a long list..."
"Perhaps I can be able to shorten it for you," Officer Callahan Murphy offered. "I just got a call from a friend of mine. Her name's Lucy Pierce, she's the owner of that club we busted the girls out in front of. She claims the girls were set up by some, and I quote, 'Bitchy slut preps' from their school, and after a bit of investigation managed to get the whole story, with taped confession, from the girls."
the lieutenant perked up at this. "Really? Hardly official, but it does seem show promise. Doesn't explain everything though. How could a bunch of high schoolers get a forensic scientist to falsify evidence? I mean, for all we know your friend could just be trying to have these girl take the fall instead."
Murphy gave a grin to this. "Oh, but the story gets better. The girls got the cocaine via the stash of one Anton Lilse, a French national and brother to one of the girls."
"I remember that crackhead. Shot two cops when we came for him, one of which nearly died, and the courts let him of with rehabilitation and probation."
"Indeed. So that would explain Narcotics' seemingly insane trace, assuming Anton came into the country with enough product to have some left over by his arrest a few months later. And here's something you'll love most of all: the ring leader of this whole operation is a girl by the name of Zoe Sanders, daughter of none other than Chief of City Police Lewis Sanders."
Sarah's eyes widened, and after a moment her look of surprise turned into a mischievous grin. "I think I want to meet these girls."
