Through the window he watched the evidence room custodian, Sergeant Smith, catalog entries. The room had rows of shelves filled with bins of bags and folders.“Hey, Sarge, Bronson said the bags of cocaine we found on Highland have been logged in; is that right?”He flipped open the evidence log and ran his finger down the page. “Yep. Sergeant Bronson turned them in. 4:30 p.m.” He chuckled. “He ranted about the PIO getting some big award tomorrow night and wondered if she would fly in on her broomstick to pick it up.”“That’s Bronson. Listen, he mentioned twenty-four bags, but I could have sworn there were thirty.”Sergeant Smith looked at the sheet. “It says twenty-four went to the lab. Sure you guys counted right?”Adam thought about it. “Bronson should know since he turned them in.”Adam started to leave.“Your shift has brought in some heavy hitters this month. You had that bust on Hoffman last week and that shoe box with six bags of rocks.”Adam stopped. “There were six bags in the shoe box?”“Yep.
