The year is 1987, and the city of Denver is being ravaged by a rash of summer violence associated with street drug-dealing seldom before experienced. The dark narcs are a four-man team of street narcotics detectives, two Black and two white, assigned to the night shift. They are right in the middle of it all, including being targeted for murder themselves, and are challenged to put an end to it. Through their investigations they identify the dealers responsible and attempt to put them out of business and stop the shootings and murders-five drug-related homicides in the span of ten days and two other shootings in which the victims survived. An aggressive police response to citizen demands for action in their community in the context of racial concerns, stringent legal guidelines, and immediate threats to public safety has become crucial, resulting in a jolting conclusion to the threatening criminal enterprise.
"As Detective Crowe left headquarters, two shots were fired that shattered his windshield as he exited the parking garage onto Cherokee Street. Detectives Lodi and Messenger were following Crowe out of the garage in their cars and they saw Crowe disappear in his car as it rolled to a stop sideways in the street."
"She realized that she was biting her nails and that her hands were sweating. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and closed her eyes. She had no idea that what was coming down next would save her the trouble of finding a way to get out of that house."
"Okay, baby, just come over here and let me have a lil' squeeze," pleads Tennyson Cummings in a way that makes it sound mandatory.
"Gretchen goes to him. She realizes that he wants to pat her down and see if she is wired..."