Discotheque Killer: The Book

"A Stranger's Omen"

The darkness that once shrouded the studio suddenly dissipates, revealing a group of models striking their final poses in front of the camera, with the song Automatic by The Pointer Sisters playing in the background softly.
Each of them is giving their all, trying to capture that perfect shot before the shoot is over.
The clicking sound of the camera echoes throughout the studio, as the photographer frantically captures every moment of the shoot.
As the last few shots are taken, the models slowly start to leave the studio, their job for the day is done. The photographer stops the song playing in the background and starts to pack up his equipment, ready to head home after a long day's work.
The studio is now empty, and the only sound that can be heard is the faint humming of the air conditioning.
With the studio now vacant, the bustling city of Miami reveals itself in all its glory. The bright neon lights illuminate the streets, and the sound of music can be heard coming from the nearby advertisements. The year is 1987, and Miami is at its prime.
As the minutes tick by, the sun starts to rise on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. The golden rays of the sun slowly but surely spread across Miami, bathing the streets in a warm and inviting light. It's a beautiful day in Miami, and everyone is ready to embrace it.
The people of Miami start to emerge from their homes, eager to start their day. The streets slowly fill up with people heading to work or just out and about. The sound of car engines, horns and chatter fills the air as the city comes to life.
Miami in 1987 is a city of contrasts, a city that never sleeps. From the bustling streets to the calm waters of the ocean, there is always something happening in Miami.
As the sun continues to shine down on the city, it's clear that this is going to be another great day in Miami.
While the day progresses, the city of Miami becomes even more alive. The streets are filled with people of all ages, going about their daily lives.
On the beach, a group of teenage girls giggle and chat as they lick their ice cream cones as the song One Man by Shannon echoes through the speakers of the ice cream stand. The sun shines brightly, and the salty sea breeze fills the air.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, a group of kids ride their bikes to the mall, racing each other down the street. They laugh and joke, completely carefree. It's a beautiful day in Miami, and everyone seems to be in high spirits.
In the financial district, businessmen are closing heavy deals, discussing important matters over lunch. They sit in fancy restaurants, surrounded by expensive decor, formal attire, and smelling like Aramis.
The conversation is serious, and the atmosphere is tense. But despite the pressure, they all seem confident and in control.
As the afternoon turns to evening, the businessmen leave their meetings and make their way to the airport for a quick bite to eat before their flights.
The airport is bustling with people, all rushing to get to their destinations. Lines are long, and there's barely any space to move.
The businessmen manage to find a table at a packed sushi restaurant, surrounded by other travelers. They order their meals, eager to relax after a long day of work. The chatter around them is a mixture of different languages and accents, creating a lively and exciting atmosphere.
Despite the crowds and chaos, the businessmen are content. They've closed their deals, and now they can sit back and enjoy the atmosphere of Miami.
The city is alive, full of energy and excitement. It's a place where anything can happen, where dreams are made and deals are done. And as the day draws to a close, it's clear that Miami is still at its prime.
While the day goes on, a young woman steps off her flight at Miami International Airport, ready to start a new chapter of her life.
She introduces herself to the taxi driver waiting outside, telling him her name is Naomi and that she's new to the city. The driver greets her with a smile, welcoming her to Miami.
As they drive through the city, Naomi takes in the sights and sounds around her. The vibrant colors, the warm breeze, and the hum of activity fill her senses. She feels a sense of excitement and anticipation bubbling inside her. Miami feels like a place where anything can happen.
Finally, they arrive at Naomi's hotel. She checks in and makes her way to her room. The space is modern and sleek, with clean lines and minimalist decor. The bed looks incredibly inviting, and Naomi can feel her eyes growing heavy.
She decides to take a short nap before exploring the city further. She lies down on the bed, and the soft sheets envelop her. The sounds of the city filter in through the open window, the distant chatter of people and the occasional honk of a car.
As she drifts off to sleep, Naomi feels a sense of calm wash over her. She's excited and nervous to see what Miami has in store for her, but for now, she's content to rest and recharge. The city will be waiting for her when she wakes up.
Sometime after the refreshing nap, Naomi decides to head down to a bar across the street from the hotel for a small meal and a drink.
The dim lighting and the cozy atmosphere of the bar immediately put her at ease. She orders a drink and a small bite to eat, taking her time to savor the flavors.
While she enjoys her food and drink, Naomi notices a group of women entering the bar. They seem to be looking for someone, and their faces are etched with worry. They catch Naomi's eye, and she can't help but wonder what's going on.
One of the women approaches her, "Excuse me, my name is Astrid. Sorry to bother you but have you seen our friend Tara before? We've been looking for her for days," she says with a worried tone.
Naomi shakes her head, letting them know that she's new to the city and hasn't met anyone yet. "I'm sorry, I haven't seen her, but I can help you look for her if you want," she offers.
The women look relieved at the offer, "Thank you so much! We've been searching everywhere, but we still haven't found her," one of them says.
As they leave her alone, Naomi starts to eat her meal and drink. She can't help but think about the group of girls and their missing friend.
It's clear that they're worried, and Naomi can't shake the feeling that she should do something to help.
"I'll keep an eye out for her while I'm here for the week," Naomi tells herself as she finishes her meal and drink, taking her time to enjoy the ambiance of the bar.
The music is soft and soothing, and the conversation around her is a gentle murmur. She feels relaxed and content, enjoying the moment for what it is.
As she eats and drinks, the group of women continues their search in the bar, asking around and showing pictures of Tara to anyone who might have seen her. Despite their efforts, no one seems to have any information.
Naomi finishes her meal and drink, paying her tab and heading back up to her hotel room. She can't help but think about the group of women and their missing friend, hoping that they'll find her soon.
"Good luck finding your friend," Naomi says to the group of girls before leaving. "Thank you for your help, we appreciate it," one of them responds.
But for now, it's time for her to rest and prepare for whatever tomorrow has in store for her, she was going to need it.
While Naomi enters her hotel room, her thoughts still linger on the missing woman Tara. She can't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering if the group of women will find their friend.
Meanwhile, the group of women continues their search in the bar, hoping to find someone who might have information about Tara's whereabouts. They approach a man sitting at the bar, showing him pictures of Tara and asking if he's seen her.
To their surprise, the man reveals himself to be a detective named Baker Crowley. He listens attentively to their story, asking questions and begins taking notes as they speak.
As Detective Crowley listens to the girls, he leans forward, intrigued. "Can you tell me more about the nightclub? Was that the last place you saw Tara?" he asks.
One of the women, Imogen, nods. "Yeah, we were all there together, dancing and having a good time. But when we left, things were really dark the next few days. We thought maybe she'd went to her parents house, but when she didn't answer her house phone and when her parents said she never visited, we knew something was wrong."
Detective Crowley scribbles down a note in his journal. "And do you remember anyone in particular who was talking to Tara that night? Or anyone who seemed suspicious around y'all?"
The women shake their heads. "No, nothing like that. But there were a lot of people there, so it's hard to say for sure."
Detective Crowley nods, understanding. "I'll make sure to follow up on that. Thank you for sharing this with me. It's a big help."
One of the women, Deborah, asks, "Do you think you can find her, Detective?"
The detective looks up from his notes and responds, "I can't make any promises, but I'll do everything I can to find Tara. We'll work together on this."
The women nod in agreement, and the detective continues to ask questions. "Can you tell me more about the night Tara went missing? Did she seem upset or have any arguments with anyone?"
Imogen responds, "No, she seemed fine. We were all having a good time, and then she just disappeared."
As they talk, the atmosphere in the bar seems to shift. The music fades into the background, and the chatter around them seems to die down. All eyes are on the group of women and Detective Crowley, as they discuss the case and make a plan to  search for clues.
One of the women, Cecilia, asks, "Do you have any other leads from different cases about kidnappings recently?"
The detective replies, "Not yet, but I'm going to follow up on some things to see. In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open. If you hear anything, let me know."
Despite the seriousness of the situation, there's a sense of camaraderie between them. They're all united in their goal to find Tara, and they're determined to do whatever it takes to bring her home.
One of the members, Katherine, says, "Thank you so much for your help, Detective. We really appreciate it."
As they talk more, Detective Crowley starts to piece together the details of the case. He asks more questions and takes notes, trying to uncover any leads that might help them find Tara.
The group of women listens intently, grateful for his help and expertise.
While they continue their conversation, Naomi rests in her hotel room, unaware of the unfolding events at the bar.
She's still thinking about Tara and hoping for her safe return, but for now, all she can do is wait and hope that the group of girls and Detective Crowley will find the answers they need.
As Detective Crowley listens more to the group of women talk about Tara and her past before the recent events, he takes in every detail even more, nodding occasionally and jotting down notes in his journal. He sips his scotch, savoring the smoky flavor, as he continues to gather more information about the case.
He asks deep and more serious questions, trying to piece together a timeline of Tara's movements leading up to her disappearance.
The women share what they know, recounting their memories of the night she went missing and any other details that might be helpful.
The detective's pencil scratches across the pages of his journal as he writes down every detail. He's meticulous in his note-taking, careful to capture everything he hears. He pauses only to take another sip of his scotch, relishing the warmth it brings to his throat.
As he writes, Detective Crowley's mind races with possibilities. He considers every scenario that might have led to Tara's disappearance, trying to uncover any clues that might have been missed.
He knows that time is of the essence, and he's determined to find answers as quickly as possible.
As he reaches the end of one page in his journal, he pauses to flip to a new one. His pencil breaks, and he quickly reaches for another, not wanting to miss a single detail. He writes on, focused and determined, until he's gathered as much information as he can.
Finally, he looks up from his journal, his eyes meeting those of the girls. He thanks them for their help and promises to do everything in his power to find Tara.
They exchange contact information, and Detective Crowley assures them that he'll keep them updated on the case.
As the women leave the bar, the detective sits alone, his mind buzzing with possibilities.
He knows that the road ahead will be difficult, but he's ready for the challenge. He takes another sip of his scotch and closes his journal, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He's committed to finding Tara, no matter what it takes.
After the women have left, Detective Crowley orders another glass of scotch, lost in thought as he sips the amber liquid.
Hours pass, and the detective nurses his drink, his mind turning over the details of the case while Betcha Don't Know by Najee played in the background. He's determined to find Tara, and he knows that the key to solving the mystery lies in the evidence he's gathered.
As the night wears on, the detective finishes his scotch and orders a glass of water. He downs it quickly, feeling refreshed and ready to continue his work. He pays his tab and leaves the bar, stepping out into the cool night air.
The streets of Miami are quiet now, the bustling crowds of earlier in the day are long gone.
Detective Crowley walks briskly through the empty streets, his mind focused on the case at hand. He knows that every moment counts, and he's eager to get back to his office and continue his work.
As he walks, he takes in the sights and sounds of the city, the distant hum of the traffic in the distant and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. He passes by neon-lit storefronts and rows of palm trees, his footsteps echoing on the quiet streets.
Finally, he reaches his car and climbs inside. He starts the engine and pulls out onto the empty road, heading back to his office to continue his investigation.
As he drives, he thinks about the women he met at the bar, grateful for their help but also mindful of the urgency of the situation. He knows that time is running out, and he's determined to find Tara before it's too late.
As he pulls up to his office, he turns off the engine and steps out of the car. He walks up to the door with a sense of purpose. He disappears into the building, ready to continue his work on the case.
The door closes slowly and smoothly behind him, leaving the empty street outside quiet once more.
Detective Crowley's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and ideas as he sits at his desk, studying his notes on the case of the missing woman. He tries to make sense of everything, but the pieces of the puzzle just won't fit together.
As he flips through the pages of his journal, he comes across another case that was closed of another missing woman he was investigating for a year, adding to the frustration of the situation.
Feeling stuck, Detective Crowley stands up from his desk and makes his way outside for a cigar break.
He lights it up, watching as the smoke floats up into the air and disappears into the night sky. He gazes up at the bright stars, feeling the weight of the case heavy on his shoulders.
He knows he needs to find a way to break through the wall he's hit in his investigation. He takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and come up with a plan.
He can't give up on these women, he can't let them become another statistic in a city full of crime and danger.
Detective Crowley exhales a cloud of smoke and looks out into the night, determined to keep searching until he finds the answers he's looking for.
Detective Crowley inhales more of the sweet, thick smoke of the cigar and exhales it slowly, feeling it swirling around his head. As he stares up at the stars, his mind drifts off into a flashback.
He sees himself sitting next to his mother's hospital bed, holding her frail hand.
"Tough day at work?" a voice interrupts Detective Crowley's thoughts.
Detective Crowley turns his head to see the new detective that started a few days ago, Detective Green, standing by the door with a concerned look on his face.
"You could say that," Detective Crowley responds, clearing his throat.
Detective Green walks over and stands next to Detective Crowley, "Wanna talk about it?"
Detective Crowley hesitates, then takes a deep breath, "Working on a new case, it's gonna be a lot to get through. But mainly, I'm lost in thought about my mother. She passed away a few years ago from cancer."
Detective Green places a comforting hand on Detective Crowley's shoulder, "I'm sorry, man. That's tough."
Detective Crowley nods, "It's just that sometimes the memories hit me like a ton of bricks, you know?"
Detective Green nods, "I get it. But you can't let it get in the way of your job."
The memory hits Detective Crowley like a punch to the gut, and he quickly looks down to wipe away the tears that have formed in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself and bring himself back to the present moment.
"Yeah, you're right," Detective Crowley says, taking out his small diary from his jacket pocket and begins to write down his thoughts on the missing woman case as Detective Green says his goodbye and walks away.
Despite feeling overwhelmed and emotional, he knows he needs to focus and keep going.
Detective Crowley drops his diary as he feels a chill run down his spine as he turns to look at the empty space beside him. The memory of his mother's hand touching his own is still fresh in his mind as he gazes up at the bright stars above.
He takes a deep breath and exhales, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs. His mother's words echo in his head, reminding him of his duty as a detective and the importance of saving lives.
With newfound determination, Detective Crowley turns and pushes open the heavy door of the office building, the bright green light from inside illuminating his face.
He steps inside, ready to continue his investigation and determined to uncover the truth about the missing woman Tara.
As he walks to his desk, the moon outside shines brighter and the stars twinkle above.
Detective Crowley takes a moment to look out the window, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he takes in the beauty of the night sky.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Detective Crowley sits down at his desk and begins to work, determined to solve the mystery and bring closure to the group of women affected by the disappearance.