Chapter 4

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"Moira Adams? You can come in." A woman with police uniform said. Moira made her way to inspector Mick Mars's office. She had finished in the Police academy and had took detective exams. She had the needed qualifications to become a detective. Her parents were really proud. But the day after the exams, her parents died in a car accident. She was left with her sister Stacey. She almost had gave up on her dream to become a detective. Stacey on the other hand wanted to see her in a police uniform, so she changed her sad sister's mind.

As she walks in, she sees inspector Mars sitting on his armchair, drinking his vodka. She didn't like the idea of drinking during work time but he was the main inspector. Then she sat down.
"I see you have the needed qualifications for the detective job, but being a detective in this station is not easy. Some of our past detectives either left or got murdered. I have to make sure that you can defend yourself and you can take the responsibility of every case."
"I understand, inspector Mars."
"I'm well aware of your investigational methods. I'm sure you're going to be one of the greatest detectives we have ever had. But before you become one, you have to take part in Police as a constable. You're going to be in Vince Neil's patrol. I'm sure you'll get along with him, for you're going to take his job. Now he's in his cabinet. He's working on his biggest case. I suggest you to help him because it's important not only for him but for the Police as a whole."
"So, you're telling me that I have to be policewoman for..."
"Two years. I think it's enough. If you have any problems, you can always turn to me for help. It's not easy for a woman to do men's job. Now you can go to the dressing room and get your uniform. Any questions?"
"I don't have any. It's an honor to work with you Inspector."
"It's an honor to welcome the future detective of Police station number 6."
"Thank you, Inspector."

This went better than expected. Moira was worried at first but since Inspector Mars was a kind man, she sighed in relief. She got out of the cabinet and went to put on her uniform. Then she made her way to meet Vince Neil. When she opened the door, her eyes met a guy with blonde hair and brown eyes. He saw Moira coming in and he stood up.
"Hi, you have to be the new girl in the police. Come, take your seat. You want something else to drink or eat?"
"No, thanks. It's nice to meet you Mr. Neil."
"Nah, don't make me feel old. Just call me Vince."
"Alright, Vince."
"That's better. Um, maybe Inspector Mick Mars said that I'm working on really important case."
"Yes, he did. But he didn't explain it in details."
"Well, maybe it was hard for this old man to tell the future detective that the detectives before you were murdered by some weirdo drug dealer with messed up habits and stupid name. And that's exactly what I'm investigating. It's really hard for all of us but we have to stay strong."
"I'm so sorry. Well, let me see the case."
"The reports are here."

"So, we have three detectives. Oh, they're all women?"
"He hadn't murdered them only. This motherfucker has been murdering women for 3 years. And we still haven't found his location. But we know he used to work for Craig Lee, a drug dealer."
"Craig Lee? He's dead, right?"
"Yeah, and instead of forcing his nephew to replace him, he made our culprit the boss. Maybe his nephew wasn't into this kind of things."
"And what's our culprit's name?"
"Nikki Sixx. Legends say that he was abandoned by his father and his alcoholic mother ignored him to such an extent he slit his wrists and blamed it on her."
"Something else?"
"His real name is unknown. He changed it after his father rejected him the time he tried to contact him."

Drug dealers. Moira Adams hated drug dealers as much as she hated men with names that begin with N. But when you get both, it's a nightmare. Then Moira said:
"Do you know someone who's working for him?"
"No, but I can find people who can tell me."
"Do you trust those people?"
"Yeah, but wait what are you planning on?"
"Have you ever thought of the idea of being undercover?"
"Well, if you convince the old man to let me join Nikki's gang I'm gonna marry you."
"A higher salary's gonna be enough."
"Oh, I'm not your type?"
"I don't trust people easy."
"And you suspect everything and everyone. That's how you become a detective."
"But before I convince the inspector, we're going to wait. I don't want to investigate your murder yet."

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