Trooper Station: Tuesday

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Vic was in the office today but was somewhat distracted. It had been over three weeks since she came to the island and had not heard a word from home.

Despite the multiple phone calls and voice mails.

She gave a sigh and gave it one more try.

"Ferg? It's Vic. For fucks sake, can someone give me a call and tell me what the hell is going on?"

She hung up the phone and went back to the never ending pile of paperwork on her desk. How could one tiny island generate so much paperwork?