NegaDrake

Vanishing Act I had turned up to work to find a relatively fat folder dumped on my table. I snorted as I sat down and placed my coffee off to one side. The folder bore the logos of the local police department, which was unusual. As I flipped open the folder itself one of the corporals poked his head into the office. “Ah. You got the folder, captain. You might want to turn your computer on. There’s a live feed as well.” I nodded and waved my hand, dismissing the scruffy-looking grey wolf. At least he didn’t smell bad. The ones with the grey markings seemed to be the worst too. “Thanks.” I flipped the fol