Detective Kevin Greene

Disillusioned Police Detective

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Lily McKee goes missing. No one really notices. No friends, no family, no one. I do a little work on it with the cops, but it seems that I'm the only one who actually cares. They tell me, "don't worry, it's no bother!" Essentially, that this girl doesn't matter. That she's only one in a sea of thousands. I still did everything I could to find her, but to no avail.

The case was going virtually nowhere, even though someone reported tripping over the prostitute's body in an alley somewhere. This little development at least got her case a name. "Lily in the Alley", play off of "Lily of the Valley", a popular perfume.

I searched and sifted and interviewed. I asked, I drove, I confirmed. I analyzed, performed, and researched. All by myself.

I was pretty ticked off by it. No one on the force seemed to care about who killed Lily. So, Lily's case was turned into an example.

An example of what happens when you don't care. As it turns out, her pimp poured a full bottle of drain cleaner down her throat. He killed a few other of his not-so-innocent flowers as well. Violet, Daisy, Rose, Ivy, Blossom... All could've been avoided if we had only solved Lily's case, which turned out to be the first murder. I nailed him, and only got blamed for not doing it sooner.

I'd had it. I quit the force, and took matters into my own hands. I became a private detective. Each case would get my undivided attention, and soon I gained a little prestige and fame.

Now, after quite a bit of raising brownie points, I made it. Here I am now at Vigilante Investigations. We are great! :-)

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