DETECTIVE COPLER'S POV

On Zara's advice, he went to the address of the owner of the P.O box with some men from the precinct. They stayed at a safe distance in the car while he went in alone.

He stealthily walked towards the door, his gun tucked safely away in his Holster. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, and almost immediately, the door swung open and an angry looking face surfaced.

“Do you have my supplies...?” The red faced man asked but stopped when he saw copler's face.

“Hello….”

“Who the fuck are you?” The man asked, looking irritated and Copler thought he saw another emotion he could...