You never see murders without blood nowadays. Once upon a time, there was nothing more than a body in a ditch, or a noose around a neck. Lately, it's been pretty gory. A mare chopped up by her ex. A young colt torn up by an older stallion and left to die in a dumpster. The... usual, in a way.

Crime rates have spiked in Canterlot. Some blame the moon's phases, some blame Celestia's tyranny, some blame a corrupt police force. Ringer blames a lenient task force.

When the rates of murders of young mares rise, "Lou" Ringer is put on the case. With her collegues Kikuri, a former identity thief, and "Mutt" Matthew, the teams' tracker, they'll patrol Canterlot's streets until the day they die... or at least until they're taken out of the picture.

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** This story was written when I was 16, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **