"Dammit Malone! I won't rest until I get that evidence that'll get those Farley boys behind bars once and for all. And none of your red tape procedures are gonna stand in my way!"

Malcolm Reed has been working on this case for the past six weeks, and yet another technicality has rendered his one lead useless. Warrants be damned, he was gonna see to it, that the men he knew damn well were responsible for the drug running ring were dealt with the swift fist of justice. He grunted, and lit up another cigar to calm his nerves, before digging back into the Farley file. He had a feeling something big was about to go down, and he was gonna see to it, that he'd gain an all access pass to the little soiree.