The Blood Moon Luna
Chief Jones sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
“Wait a minute! Pause video, enhance sector G 1 through 3. Right there, do you see it?” Detective Smith pointed to his screen. “Rip Claw Corporation, that’s owned by Hollis Quisling,” Chief Jones read the sign on the screen. “What do you want to do, Chief? We need to roll on this,” Detective Smith said with conviction. “Get the DEA, DHS, and FBI on the phone. Also get Johnson, Williams, Anderson , and Miller to meet us at the docks in full gear in an unmarked car in one hour,” Chief Jones ordered.