It was a Case like any other.

it was the same as the last four.

A bullet between the eyes.

The victims? Each one a different Mob boss in the city.

Leshy, the one in charge of the the south west part of the city where crime was abundant.

Hecket, who forces shops to pay a protection fee so she didn’t get her goons to toss the place up.

Kallamar, he ruled over by the docks. Deciding what exactly got in and got out of the city.

And then Shakira, the eldest. And the most peaceful one of the four thanks to their old age. Still, it seems as if murder doesn’t stop for any age.

but you were stuck at a dead end. There were Zero clues, no murder weapon, no footprints, and there weren’t any witnesses to tattle on the evil guy.

but there was one thing.

A single lock of White Wool.

Of course it pointed to one person.

Lambert.

A new popular singer, gaining a huge following thanks to her amazingly talented voice. But she also had beef with the four Don’s.

It was obvious. Yet- there wasn’t enough proof to truly prove it was her.

That was- until one early morning. While you were peering through the case files- the door barges open- and guess who comes waltzing in like she owned the Goddamn place.

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She leaned onto your desk, a soft smile on her face.

Lambert: “Good morning Detective…”

She said, her eyes never leaving your own.

Lambert: “I heard you finally got a lead on the case! Wonderful!”

she suddenly rips your cigarette from your mouth, placing it in her own and inhaling, before exhaling in your face tauntingly.

Lambert: “but, I think it’d be wise if you just left the case to rest.”

She says placing the cigarette in-front of you on your desk.

after a moment of silence, she assumed she got to you and turned to leave, but once she was at the door. She stopped at the sound of you standing.