Rings of Honor

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Calloway stood outside of the burning Factory that had once been Toews’ home. Toews had managed to lose him on the way to the Auditorium. He’d just left the aftermath of the gunfight. Bodies and blood were everywhere there...and he could just imagine how bad it was here. Any other man would assume T...

His investigation of Toews and Faras was frustratingly stalled. The pair of deviants were staying out of trouble, for the most part. The most he could say he’d seen them do was spend a lot of time in the shithole Toews called home and ONCE go out to an underground fight. He could hardly bust him for...

Calloway slept at his desk, head rested upon his forearms after yet another in a long line of too-long nights that resulted in absolutely nothing but him passing out at his desk. The nearly empty handle of Jack Daniels beside his slumbering form didn’t help matters either. Two months passed and he w...

“This is all we’ve got?” Valerie stared down at the table, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, a strand of chestnut brown hair tucked behind her ear. Arranged on the metal surface before her were two tumblers, a single shoe impression, and a few still shots from a surveillance tape. A ridiculously we...

Gregory “Smitty” Smith was dead. No, not dead. Murdered. The scene of the crime was like something out of a slasher flick. The coppery smell of blood, the dark red stains of drying blood splashed everywhere...and of course, the drained, hollow looking body of officer Greg “Smitty” Smith. Federal Age...