The sun was just coming back up, we had been working on this case all throughout the night. It was now the second day after the Boss’ arrest and the time was quickly escaping us. The Chief called me into his office. Two cups of coffee were steaming hot on his table but he did not offer me any.
— Remember that night club? — The Chief asked.
— Sure. What about it?
— Nothing. It was just not the only one that has popped up on our radar. One of our suspects mentioned a night club in a neighbor state and affirmed that the Syndicate was flooding it with drugs.
— Do you need the address or something? — I eagerly glanced over at the fresh cup of coffee that was screaming my name, but seemed both cups were for the Chief.
— Gimme the name, that should be enough.