Overpopulation and toxic air plagued the planet. The solution to both problems was to box everyone up in multilevel superstructures that had not a single window, just incredibly strong walls. Everyone was moved in and the doors were closed for good. Although one of these levels could hold an entire city, it soon became a cramped box, forcing people to wait until someone was incinerated before they had a single kid.
The trail had led Detective Cameron Short ever upwards, from what appeared to be a simple domestic homicide turned into a clash with an underground drug syndicate. Those that were willing to talk ended up dead and those who weren’t stayed well out of Detective Short’s way. It would only be a matter of time before they stopped running and faced their biggest nuisance head-on.
The story returns with a small plane returning from a long flight to New Guinea with valuable, but highly illegal cargo.
“Are you sure you didn’t see any strange individuals visit Smith?” Cameron asked the hotel attendant.
“I’m sorry, nobody that isn’t on the register.”
There was nobody on the register that wasn’t accounted for, so that could only mean Smith had left for late-night meetings, considering the times he came back. It was further confirmation for Detective Cameron Short, but nothing new.