The stench was overwhelming, foul meat, maybe, but Joey didn 't give a damn, he 'd been staking out a nightclub and searching for the weapon responsible for the murder of a stripper. Undercover cops were used to diving in dumpsters, he wiped the spoiled food off the butcher’s knife and bagged it, just another day on the job for the stocky built Irishman, a fireplug, with a relentless pursuit of bad guys. His back-up pulled in the alleyway, with the disposition of a talk show host, before his morning coffee. He barked at Joey about some stupid shit, handed him a cup of brew, and sped down 4th Street, they were on their way to the rear entrance of the police station. "Park here Tony, the morning crew isn 't in yet." The partners hadn 't checked in, and today was no different. They were there to run the prints on the weapon, something they were doing on their own time, away from the forensic team. The knife could lead them to the slain girl’s murderer, she was a friend of theirs, an informant who dished out more than information. The last time they saw her alive, she was dancing for them in a red thong; a body to die for, now laying on a slab in the city morgue.
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It would cost some names of the gangs they were investigating, the feds always received more than they gave, but background checks would pull up horrendous records of the undercover team. They were ready to confront a soldier with some merit in the gang, he may have known the stripper’s murderer. The gang member hung out at a taco stand on 3rd Street, his crew was there, they watched the team approach. Tony was carrying the bag of dope he took from the other gang. Joey was packing a .38 Special, tucked in his trousers with the handle grip showing. The undercover cops were bold, holding drugs and brandishing a weapon in front of the Mexican
The fingerprints were a dead …show more content…
It would cost some names of the gangs they were investigating, the feds always received more than they gave, but background checks would pull up horrendous records of the undercover team. They were ready to confront a soldier with some merit in the gang, he may have known the stripper’s murderer. The gang member hung out at a taco stand on 3rd Street, his crew was there, they watched the team approach. Tony was carrying the bag of dope he took from the other gang. Joey was packing a .38 Special, tucked in his trousers with the handle grip showing. The undercover cops were bold, holding drugs and brandishing a weapon in front of the Mexican