It was a typical summer's night, stuffy, needing a good shower to clear the air, even if the rain couldn't also wash the scum from the streets. Detective Homer Thompson lit another cigarette, his third in the past hour as he watched the crowd disperse after yet another night of posting. "Fools" he murmured to himself, If only they knew.
The moderating team of the Los Angeles Police Department had been chasing a thread, a vicious thread, but now it looked like they were dealing with a copycat...