Chris shook Detective Anderson’s hand. His flight had touched down at the airport only one hour earlier. His case files in his hands he was eager to get started. Chris had been forced to sit on his hands for over a week while his superiors worked out the details of jurisdiction. “Welcome to LA Agent Hues.” Detective Anderson greeted him. “Tonight is your lucky night.” Anderson was an older tubby man dressed in a bargain suit with thin light brown hair.
“How so?” Chris inquired following the older officer though the station into a room adjacent to interrogation. Through the two-way mirror, Chris saw a small Asian woman sitting in her chair. Her hands cuffed behind her back. She lounged calmly oddly relaxed locked away it that small room. The two detectives in the room with her circled the
