The Case

Rin Just Like Gin

To start off, this shithole storyomance/supernatural. Whatever you want to call it. Let's start off with my story and how it came to be, because I promise you that will be the most exciting thing happening this far, I mean beside the dead body, but you know.

Let's start with my name. As you're probably wondering why this chapter is called Rin just like Gin, well that's because it's my name. No not the whole thing of course just Rin, yeah I know it sounds exactly like gin the liquor. That's because my mom was an acholic who loved gin so damn much, I swear the women almost never didn't have a bottle in her hand, didn't matter what she was doing or where she was. So she named me after something she loved, but clearly not me only the liquor...She put an R instead of G to not make it look suspicious. Which I don't know how that would be any less suspicious, To make it look as if she wasn't an acholic. I was born in Santa Monica, CA, until I turned thirteen.

Living in one of the highest crime-rated cities in California didn't mix well with a mother who was an alcoholic. You know what they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But I did. I fell so far that I landed as one of the most well known detectives in the states. Different agencies always call me to come and take over their case that they couldn't solve for years. I'm not all about the fame of being a great detective. I know a lot of other detectives that are great, so I don't think I'm the best, but I do a good job at finishing things, so that may be why my name is known because of my work and cases I've solved in a matter of months, while it takes decades for others to solve.

For some odd reason, I actually don't know much about my lineage or my history from my mom or dad's side. Dad was out of the picture at a young age so I don't remember much about him. Every time I ask my mom if I have any other family, she always turns to alcohol as if she was hiding something, but it's not like I could pry it out of her because she'd just get mad, and I was a kid at the time so there wasn't much I could do. So, it was just me and her my entire life until I turned thirteen.

That's when I ran away. I was tired of the neglect and my alcoholic mother, so I ran, ran away 2,100 miles to Michigan and never looked back. Found a job and finished my schooling and even went to one of the top schools for law enforcement. Michigan State University for my degree and from there on worked my way up the ladder. It was hard I tell you, but it was so worth it because now I don't have to worry about coming home and there's no food on the table or sleeping on the floor. No one cared for me... all I had was myself and that's all I'll ever need.

My love life is next to none. Since the way I grew up, I have just kind of drifted away from men. My coworkers and some of the friends I have, since I'm not very sociable, call me a man hater. Maybe I am. It could be that my father left me when I was little and never saw or heard from him again. He just disappeared...one second, he was here with me...the next gone. Poof. Like the wind. I've asked my mom what happened to him, but she gets somewhat sad or mad when I mention him, but it could be that, since she drinks so much that it messes with her emotions, so I stopped asking about him after a certain age. But at least I'm not like these other girls out here changing guys, like changing clothes or having my heart broken constantly.

My whole goal or reason in becoming a detective was to find the reason as to why my father left or why he just disappeared, when I first became a cop, I searched my name and my mothers in the databases but, weirdly nothing came up. When I say nothing, I mean it was just my name and my date of birth, along with where I went to school and other useless things but no other family information or even anything about my father. Another reason was to show my dead-beat mom that I had made something out of my life. Not her. Me. Then again, it's not like she even cared for me to begin with, so she probably doesn't even know what happened to me after I ran away, I haven't seen or talked to her since, so who knows.

So here I am 25 years old living in one of the wettest cities in the US, with an average rainfall of 69 inches annually, Mobile Alabama. After finishing school and working sometime in Michigan I moved out here. In addition, this city just happens to be connected to the Gulf of Mexico. Being a detective, I have to deal with all the cartels' problems. The Terydri, better known as the Enigsto clan, has been giving me a headache lately, and they may have been my first suspect for the case with the mauled body, but since going to Derek and finding out what happened, they are no longer in the running. Or maybe they are. Hmmm....oh well, another problem to deal with. But yeah, that's my life and throughout this story you'll hear and read more about it but that's for another chapter.

Present

After my discussion with Derek I headed back to my office. Since I was called in on a day off I decided to go home and would think about the case details more at home or not and just might wait until tomorrow, I'll see what I feel like doing. "Stuart, I'm clocking out for the day. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, the report from forensics is on my desk" I said, packing up my bag and grabbing my car keys. Near the door I heard Stuart say goodbye. Jumping into the love of my life, my baby, my Range Rover. I had her custom designed with an all-black interior.

For some reason, when driving away from downtown and no cars or sirens going off, it just seems so peaceful. I crave this peacefulness after getting done with work, since it's all about action. It's nice to know that I moved somewhere quiet and I don't have to bring the action home.

Now you're probably wondering, since reading what like one chapter and a half of this story that she has got to have a better last name, since she's a detective and all...well, your correct and I guess I can thank my disappearance of a father for that... the names Panorama, Rin Panorama.

Till next time....