this morning #1523.
this morning, i was ragged, saddled with the dragging side effects of a sleepless night. i’d missed my chance, or rather my CO had failed. that lowlife couldn’t manage to unearth any more info about the when & the where of our friendly neighborhood gun runner’s meeting last night. it wasn’t the end of the world but now i was back to looking for a credible way to obtain a warrant. go back & get the documents i’d found in our friend’s shed. a raid would’ve made things easy. cleared a path for more investigation. now i have to get creative. as the coffee kicked in, it hit me. his attorney. he’d told me to go through him. well, shoot. that’s just what i’ll do. i’ll surveil his shady ass. he’ll lead me to something soon enough.