When HPD showed, I wasn’t surprised that Lieutenant David Chan, my old brother-in-arms, walked in. Me and him and Kama’d all worked homicide. Kama and I slaved our 20 and hopped off the party bus. Chan was still breaking rocks with the others doing 20 to life.
When Kama and I opened our agency we stuck to stress-free cases. That meant no touching anything that smelled like HPD stuff with a ten-and-a-half foot pole. We didn’t want to deal with any more cops for the rest of our lives. We’d had enough of the law enforcement jamboree. Cops can give PIs enough heat to melt the heart of mortgage banker.
Lanning Lee 