she?”
“She is fine as hell,” Deon practically sang as he walked Victoria to the
locker room. He gave her a brief rundown on the new girl. She learned that her
name was Natasha and she was from the Narcotics Division. He said that she was
pushed out because she filed a sexual harassment complaint against a drunken
commander after he grabbed her breast at a Christmas party. Victoria thought
the woman was brave because she had been harassed sexually by bosses since the
day she started on the police department and, after seeing what happened to
other women that complained, she chose to develop a thick skin and ignore it.
It just wasn’t worth the hassle. After all, it’s not like they were going to
actually punish the powerful men. They’d have some scared to death sergeant
from Internal Affairs investigate the complaint. Did the department really
believe that a sergeant would enforce a punishment on someone that outranked
them? Hell no! They’d just say it didn’t happen and shit on the woman that
complained for the rest of her career.
Victoria thought that this Natasha woman was brave indeed. She liked her
already. Victoria told Deon that she’d see him in roll call and entered the
locker room to change. As she dressed, she thought back to the writing on her
car. If it wasn’t paint, what was it? It looked like blood. She dismissed that
thought and slipped into her shoes. Victoria knew she should’ve called a unit
to do a report but she would’ve been late for work. She walked over to the
mirror and inspected her outfit. She wore a hot pink one-shouldered spandex
dress that barely covered her ass. It molded to her body and her nipples
protruded rudely through the thin material. On her feet were six-inch gladiator
stilettos. She knew she was dressed the part because she felt dirty. She
applied dark eyeliner, glossed her lips, and inspected herself in the mirror
one last time.
Victoria chuckled and said out loud, “Hell, I’d stop for me.”
She walked out of the locker room and headed to roll call. Victoria
walked into the roll call room to the normal “ oohs ”
and “ ahhs ” and took a seat next to the new girl.
“Hi, I’m Vic,” she whispered.
Natasha blinked at Victoria’s semi-nakedness and responded shyly, “I’m Natasha.
It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Victoria said turning to watch the sergeant stumble to the
front of the room.
She couldn’t believe that this bastard was drunk already. She turned to Deon
with her eyebrows knitted together. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
Sargent Banner introduced Natasha to the team as if he was less than happy that
she was there. Then he managed to slur the need to catch the killer that had
apparently struck again over the weekend. Only the victimology was different this time. Sargent Banner passed out folders filled with
photographs and detailed reports. The previous victims had been street
prostitutes as opposed to the latest victim who was an internet call girl.
Although the killer was branching out, his method of death remained the same.
He would carve the word “whore” across the victim’s breasts, apparently while
she was still alive, and then he would rape her repeatedly before strangling
her to death. This murder appeared more brutal to Victoria. The victim was
strangled and, according to the coroner’s report, she was stabbed repeatedly
after she died. The killer was escalating. Obviously, he had become angry, and
Victoria wondered why.
“Price, before you hit the streets today, you’ll create an internet profile,”
the sergeant said snapping her from her thoughts.
Victoria could feel all eyes on her. She turned and smiled
at a horrified Natasha. She looked back at her other teammates who began to
voice their
“She is fine as hell,” Deon practically sang as he walked Victoria to the
locker room. He gave her a brief rundown on the new girl. She learned that her
name was Natasha and she was from the Narcotics Division. He said that she was
pushed out because she filed a sexual harassment complaint against a drunken
commander after he grabbed her breast at a Christmas party. Victoria thought
the woman was brave because she had been harassed sexually by bosses since the
day she started on the police department and, after seeing what happened to
other women that complained, she chose to develop a thick skin and ignore it.
It just wasn’t worth the hassle. After all, it’s not like they were going to
actually punish the powerful men. They’d have some scared to death sergeant
from Internal Affairs investigate the complaint. Did the department really
believe that a sergeant would enforce a punishment on someone that outranked
them? Hell no! They’d just say it didn’t happen and shit on the woman that
complained for the rest of her career.
Victoria thought that this Natasha woman was brave indeed. She liked her
already. Victoria told Deon that she’d see him in roll call and entered the
locker room to change. As she dressed, she thought back to the writing on her
car. If it wasn’t paint, what was it? It looked like blood. She dismissed that
thought and slipped into her shoes. Victoria knew she should’ve called a unit
to do a report but she would’ve been late for work. She walked over to the
mirror and inspected her outfit. She wore a hot pink one-shouldered spandex
dress that barely covered her ass. It molded to her body and her nipples
protruded rudely through the thin material. On her feet were six-inch gladiator
stilettos. She knew she was dressed the part because she felt dirty. She
applied dark eyeliner, glossed her lips, and inspected herself in the mirror
one last time.
Victoria chuckled and said out loud, “Hell, I’d stop for me.”
She walked out of the locker room and headed to roll call. Victoria
walked into the roll call room to the normal “ oohs ”
and “ ahhs ” and took a seat next to the new girl.
“Hi, I’m Vic,” she whispered.
Natasha blinked at Victoria’s semi-nakedness and responded shyly, “I’m Natasha.
It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Victoria said turning to watch the sergeant stumble to the
front of the room.
She couldn’t believe that this bastard was drunk already. She turned to Deon
with her eyebrows knitted together. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
Sargent Banner introduced Natasha to the team as if he was less than happy that
she was there. Then he managed to slur the need to catch the killer that had
apparently struck again over the weekend. Only the victimology was different this time. Sargent Banner passed out folders filled with
photographs and detailed reports. The previous victims had been street
prostitutes as opposed to the latest victim who was an internet call girl.
Although the killer was branching out, his method of death remained the same.
He would carve the word “whore” across the victim’s breasts, apparently while
she was still alive, and then he would rape her repeatedly before strangling
her to death. This murder appeared more brutal to Victoria. The victim was
strangled and, according to the coroner’s report, she was stabbed repeatedly
after she died. The killer was escalating. Obviously, he had become angry, and
Victoria wondered why.
“Price, before you hit the streets today, you’ll create an internet profile,”
the sergeant said snapping her from her thoughts.
Victoria could feel all eyes on her. She turned and smiled
at a horrified Natasha. She looked back at her other teammates who began to
voice their
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