Officer Jenkins would remember that rainy Thursday for the rest of his career. The call had been routine – just another evening patrol through quiet streets. Then his headlights caught her: a child no more than ten, standing alone in the downpour like she was waiting for someone.
When he stepped out of the car, the girl reacted like a startled deer. She flung her pink backpack to the ground and took off running before he could say another word.
The backpack contained enough drugs to stock a small pharmacy. But the real shock came when Jenkins found the other items – burner phones, fake IDs with children’s photos, a detailed list of addresses. His blood ran cold as he realized what he’d stumbled upon.
That pink backpack wasn’t just carrying drugs. It held the evidence of something far more sinister – a child exploitation ring operating right under their noses. And now the runners knew the police were onto them.
