Another blast from the past. Enjoy !
Vinh Ordinaire Rouge had never forgiven her parents for her middle name. She was a tough and irascible homicide inspector and she had a reputation for assisting her enemies to enjoy the big sleep when business was a little slow. Her business.
She could rely on her pack to fail to solve the appropriate crimes and to do what they were told.
Rouge had an abiding distaste for the festive season. It was the time of year where all the loose change of society fell through the holes in the pockets of the rich and powerful. It was the time for the inconvenience of a slow news week. It was time for pressmen with little on their plate to come sniffing.
Her second cup of java had gone as cold as an ASIC One-Tel case and she grew impatient waiting for her left-hand man – the usually reliable O’Hoo to…
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