Officer Howser closed the passenger side door of the cruiser gently with one hand as his other hand pulled the 9mm Glock from its holster riding on his right hip. He glanced at the form of Sergeant Chris Poole walking through the puddles of light thrown out by the patrol car"s headlights before turning and walking up to stand beside him. With a flashlight up against the sergeant"s ear, the much older and far more experienced patrol officer used the white beam of light to cut through the darkness as he glanced at one deep shadow or another.
"Listen, rookie. I want you to stay close to me. More units are coming. But for now, we"re gonna have to tough it out together. A passing truck driver called in a report. He said he heard a woman screaming down here close to this warehouse. It"s just a
