Note: This comes after 'Guns and Roses' but it isn't necessary to read the first to understand this. It is a new case.
On a different note, I'm going to be gone on vacation for the next five days so don't kill me if I don't post. I'll try to write some while I'm there but I won't have Internet access so it won't be posted until I return.
ACT 2
"Alright, guys. The tip off that we got said that there are about fifteen to twenty prostitutes in there. Try to arrest them all but mostly we're looking for the owner of this place. The guy who set it all up. He's a short middle-aged guy with black hair. Name's Chris Marton."
Drake, Dee, Ryo, JJ, and Ted as well as a few guys from another department were standing in the freezing weather in front of an apartment where an anonymous tip had said there was a whorehouse set up. As the chief continued to lecture on and on, Dee looked at his partner. "Doing anything tonight?"
"Shut up and listen!" Ryo snapped back.
Dee sighed and turned his attention back to the chief who had finally stopped talking and was glaring at Dee. "What was the last thing I said?" he barked.
"We're looking for a guy named Chris Marton."
"NO! You never listen, do you? I was just saying that we have the police cars down here. Bring them out here and we'll drive them down to the station for interrogation."
"Oh."
"Okay guys. It's up to you. Good luck."
With those words, the cops entered the building. It was an old building and looked like it could fall apart at any moment. They went in quietly and searched the first floor. There was nothing there. Just broken windows and decaying furniture. "Listen!" Drake pointed to upstairs.
Very faintly they could here voices and laughter coming from upstairs. The cops all followed Drake slowly up the stairs. The voices and laughter grew louder mixing with the sounds of music and some cries of pleasure. "Sounds like they've got quite a party going on up there," Dee muttered softly.
They finally reached a large room. It looked like a combination of a strip club and whorehouse. There were scantly clad women in various stages of undressing, alcohol, what looked like a large amount of cocaine being passed around, and closed rooms that lead off from the main one with the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from them.
"Everyone ready?" Dee asked in a whisper.
They all nodded. All of them had their guns out and ready. Dee nodded. There were screams from the women as around ten cops came into their room, all holding guns pointed at them. "FREEZE!" Dee yelled, "You are all under arrest for prostitution and if that is what I think it is, then you're under arrest for possession of illegal drugs, as well. Is there a Chris Marton, here?"
Meanwhile, Drake, Ted, and JJ were going around to the rooms leading off of the main one carefully averting their eyes but still holding there guns before them. One of the women closest to Dee stood up, while pulling on a dressing robe, said in a low suggestive voice, "He left this morning. Said he had business to complete."
"Damn!" Dee said in a low voice, "Did he mention where he was going?"
The woman shook her head under lowered eyelashes. "We'll have to bring you all back to the station!" Ryo added, "Most of you have been caught in the act and although we don't know that money was involved for sure, there's a strong enough suspicion to arrest all of you."
Most of the woman came forward willingly, with anxious faces. The men held back. As cocaine was involved, several other cops pushed them forward and out of the room. "Find anyone in there, Drake?" Dee asked, rather unnecessarily as even more scantily clad women and men had been filing out of the rooms.
"Yeah!" Drake's voice was coming from the third room to the left, "There's this… one… woman… who refuses… to…come out."
"DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU BASTARDS!" came a strong female voice followed by a string of curses.
"Sounds like you," Ryo commented.
Dee glared at him. "Don't compare me to a whore, thank you very much."
Drake and Ted finally succeeded in dragging the screaming woman out of the room. She had very long raven hair and looked like she was around forty. "Kind of old for her occupation, don't you think?" Dee asked Ryo.
Ryo just nodded. He was frowning for some reason. The woman's head turned towards Dee and Ryo and her screeching stopped. Her eyes were emerald green and very beautiful but they looked hopeless and depressed. She wore only a sheet held around her body so as to cover herself. To Ryo, she looked very familiar but he couldn't quite think of why. Her body seemed to go into shock when she saw Dee. "GARY!" she screamed out and promptly passed out.
"Gary???" Dee shifted uncomfortably, "What they hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Probably that you look like one of her costumers," Drake was kneeling beside of the woman and taken her wrist in his hand, "She's got a pulse," he said after a moment, "We need to get a stretcher up here."
By then, almost everyone else was already out of the room. Ryo nodded. "I'll go call the paramedics," he said quietly and went down the stairs.
He was uneasy and he suddenly realized why. From that black hair to the emerald green eyes, that woman had looked unnervingly like Dee. Could it be…?