My name is Maya. I am twenty-five, a rookie cop with a point to prove. My father said I was too soft for the badge. His best friend, Marcus, laughed when I graduated from the academy. Marcus is a brilliant engineer by day, but I’ve known for a long time that his real money comes from the white powder he moves through the city ports.
Tonight, I was going to shut them both up.
"Team Alpha, in position. Team Bravo, perimeter secure," the radio clicked in my ear.
I took a deep breath. My heart was thumping against my tactical vest. I kicked the back door open, my gun held out in front of me. The house was silent, smelling of expensive cologne and high-end whiskey. I followed the sound of running water to the master suite.
The steam was thick. I pushed the bathroom door open with my boot. T
