I'm just trying to get a couple chapters up today so you'll get the feel of this plot.

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Moonlight or any other characters except Vittoria and those random ones you'll see in later chapters.

Pulling up to the scene of the crime, Vittoria found herself wishing she had chosen to live in a less populated city. Curious crowds hovered around the yellow tape while other reporters harassed the officers for a word.

Vittoria, unlike the other reporters, was much better at persuading the officers. Pulling out her cell phone, she dialed a number that had become familiar to her over the past years and waited for the other line to pick up.

"Officer Reese," a male voice spoke.

"Hey, Officer Reese. Can you give me anything?" Vittoria said, crossing her fingers, just in case.

He sighed. "Remind me why I give you these scoops, if you will."

"Because I know what you are and I also lie to your wife about where you go on Fridays. Details."

Another long sigh. "Melissa Stone, age 20. Has been going to the local university until her friend phoned in that she's been out for two days. We got the call at about 4:30 in the morning that a body was found in the parking lot of this local club these kids go to. COD is unknown as of right now, but there was blood. It looked liked blunt-force trauma but we couldn't find the weapon on the scene. No witnesses that we know of and no security around the parking lot."

"Was it a vampire?" Vittoria asked, looking out the window.

"Hard to tell. When we went inside to ask questions, I could smell the presence of at least five. The parking lot has the scent but I can't figure out if it's because of the murder or if it's a place to be at night," Officer Reese explained.

"But the victim was human, right?" she asked, disappointment flashed on her face.

"As human as ever. This could just be a normal drunken murder but there has been activity here," Officer Reese continued.

"Any leads?"

"We got some of Melissa's friends down at the station. Hopefully we'll get something out of them but, as of now, we are at a blank."

"You'll update me on any new leads, won't you?" Vittoria said, already knowing the answer.

"I always do, don't I? I wouldn't worry your little head off, though. There's nothing suggesting that she was killed by one of them. It's probably a drunken murder."

"Alright, I'll probably swing by to check it out myself later today. Just give the night guard the warning. Thanks Samuel," she said, using the officer's first name.

"Anytime."

Back at the office, Vittoria found herself being put off the tax scandal story.

"Why am I off what you said could be, and I quote, 'the story of the century, or at least the decade'?" she questioned, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Because I've found a better story for you," the woman, Lisa, said with a smug look on her tired face.

Vittoria raised an eyebrow, a bit more interested now. "What's it about?"

Lisa leaned in, as if to amp the dramatic effect. "What would you say if I told you that the man of our city has a record of being involved in false charities?"

She rolled her eyes. "A charity case?"

"I know, I know: the story sucks. But, culprit is one of the biggest names in this state. An interview or story on him would boost our ratings up big time," Lisa said, her smug look never fading.

"And this 'culprit' would be?…" Vittoria asked, already annoyed that this case, if you could call it that, was being put on her shoulders.

Lisa grinned. "Josef Kostan."