The Queen of the Cabaret.

She was the star of the night, the one who made the hearts of the audience flutter with her voice. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves. Her hair was styled in waves, and her lips were painted crimson. She held a cigar in her hand, surrounded by the smoke making her more mysterious.

She was the queen of the cabaret. She had been singing there for years, ever since she ran away from home to pursue her dream. She loved the stage, the spotlight, the applause. She loved the way she could make people feel with her songs.

They locked eyes. She knew his name was Sam, because she had seen it on his ID when he flashed it at the door. She knew he was a detective, because she had seen him with a badge and a gun. She knew he was on a case, because she had seen him with a file and a photo.

She knew he was looking for her.