Note: So, I'm trying something new here, different kind of character for me...I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 1- Sandman

"Mick, what did you say the name was again?"

Mick turned back to Josef. "Cecile Adams."

Ryder typed the name into the computers, within seconds hundreds of addresses and pictures popped up.

"And why again are you looking for this girl?"

Mick sighed and explained for the third time. "She grew up a an orphanage run by the couple that were just murdered, a few of the orphan's got together and hired me to figure this out because they said the police weren't."

Josef nodded. "Okay...and why again are you looking for this girl?"

Mick shook his head. "The kids seem to think she had something to do with it, they said she hated the two. So, I need to find her and talk to her, see if she knows anything."

Josef just shrugged and took a sip of his blood and scotch mixture.

"Got her." Ryder said as he doubled clicked on a link.

Josef and Mick leaned in to get a better look at the picture on the screen.

"Well, that's a pleasant surprise." Josef said with raised eyebrows. To say the girl in the picture was beautiful was an understatement. Long red hair fell further than what the picture showed, her eyes were a startling blue and her skin was a soft pale. The I.D. said she was 5'7, and 21 years old.

Josef smirked. "You know Mick, if you uh, need someone to come down there with you, I would be more than happy to accompany you."

Mick glared at him. "I think I can handle this one."

Josef smiled again. "You sure?"

Mick nodded and walked out of the office.

-Across Town-

Mick knocked on the door of the girls apartment, after several minutes he smelt the girl standing on the other side of the door.

She opened it, but the chain was still on.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Mick St. John, I'm a private detective. I'm working on the case of Jack and Amanda Martinson's death."

She stared at him. "Do you have any proof?"

He nodded and pulled out his I.D. She squinted her eyes at it for a few minutes.

"Okay." Was all she said, she shut the door and Mick heard the chain being undone. When she opened it back again he gave her a small smile and extended his hand to her. She took it cautiously.

"I'm Cecile Adams...Nice to meet you Mr. St. John."

"Nice to meet you, would you mind if I came in?"

She stepped out of his way, and he walked through the door.

"I'm not sure if you know the particulars of their deaths but.."

She cut him off. "They were gunned down in their house at midnight last month, the police have no suspects."

He looked at her like she had three heads. She just gave him a small smile.

"I might have hated them Mr. St. John, but they did raise me after all. I atleast pay attention when their story comes on the news."

He nodded. "Well, that's actually why I'm here Miss Adams."

She nodded. "Well, why don't you sit down, I'm sure we'll be here for a while."

Mick sat himself down on the comfortable couch and Cecile sat across from him.

"Would you like some coffee or anything?"

He shook his head with a smile. "No, that's okay...I was wanting to ask you some questions.."

She gave a timid smile. "I figured that..."

Just as Mick was about to start asking the first question, two large dogs came running out of one of the other rooms. They were charging at him, all he could think to do was put his arm up to stop the blow.

"Neo, Milan! Cool it!"

The dogs came to a halt and looked at Cecile.

"Sorry about that, they're not used to visitors..."

The dogs stared back at Mick, a low growl was still in their chest.

"No, um...it's okay."

"Milan, Neo, come here." The two big dogs walked over and climbed up onto the couch and sat next to her. The dogs never took their eyes off of Mick.

"Um...well, where were you the night they were killed."

"Working..."

"Where do you work?"

"I waitress at a club called 'The Onyx'."

Mick nodded.

He asked her several questions, they all were the normal questions that you see detectives ask on TV shows. The last question was the one the bothered her the most.

"I heard that you and the Martinson's didn't get along very well, why is that?"

She leaned back onto the couch, the two dogs laid their heads in her lap in a protective way. She stroked their faces absent mindedly.

"To say I didn't get along with them was an understatement, I hated them, and they weren't to fond of me either."

"Why is that?"

She gave him a weak smile. "My dad was killed by...well, I don't really know the details of his death. Three days after we buried him, my mom shot herself, I was 9, and I was the first to find her. They sent me off immediately to the orphanage, so you can understand the...dislike I had for the place. We always argued, about random things, mainly about my fathers death. I swore he was attacked, they agreed with the police report that it was an animal attack. How many ferocious animals are there in downtown Los Angelas? So as soon as I turned eighteen I was out of there, and I haven't been back since."

He nodded. "Well, Miss Adams, can I get your number? I might need to call you again."

She grabbed a piece of paper off of the coffee table between them and wrote her number down, she handed it to him with a smile.

"It was good talking to you Mr. St. John."

He smiled and walked out the door. Cecile shut the door and locked it. She turned back and walked to the dogs, she knelt down in front of them. She kissed them both. "What babies? Was he one? Was he a monster too?"