Lina sat alone at the bar, her hand wrapped around a perspiring glass of beer. She'd come here many times before, mainly when she needed a quick drink after work, but this time was purely business. Her target was supposed to be here tonight: a pudgy, short, gray-haired male in his late 50's. His name was Vinny Scodario, and he was wanted by New York police for a string of robberies and homicides in Brooklyn.
But so far there was no sign of Mr. Scodario, and so Lina sighed and looked down into the amber depths of her glass. A recent police academy graduate and a rookie on the NYPD, she wasn't very highly respected yet on the force. Being a woman didn't help much, either. If she could somehow get in on the Scodario case, this could really be a breakthrough for her. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she knew that a promotion was a distinct possibility if she could track this guy down.
Lina was a short, athletic girl who'd wanted to be a cop since she was five years old. Her dad, Les Wilson, had been a highly decorated detective on the NYPD throughout her whole childhood, and had died in the line of duty. Nearly every cop who knew his stuff had heard the name Les Wilson, and Lina knew that she had a big pair of shoes to fill. She'd been working hard since day one, though; vigorous workouts each day, long runs through Central Park with her dog, plenty of research, and nowhere near enough sleep. She just hoped it would pay off.
She pushed a lock of her deep black hair behind her ear and raised the glass to her lips to take a sip of beer. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a figure approach the bar. Startled, she slammed her glass on the table and turned to see who it was. Was it Vinny?
No, it wasn't. She sighed, hoping the man who had approached didn't notice, and turned back to her drink...