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He pushed his way to the back of the bar and harshly switched on all the lights of the club. The DJ, in a state of confusion, stopped the music. The girls on the tables stopped their dancing. The men all around loudly voiced their displeasure. Harry climbed up onto the bar counter. "Ladies and pervs, I am Detective Harry Styles and I will be keeping this club from proceeding with it's business today and everyday until I find the killer of two women. Anyone with any information is appreciated, until then, ladies go to one side, perverts, to the other." Pairs and pairs of eyes stared back at him in confusion and anger. Harry clapped his hands sharply and adverted to shouting. "NOW! Move it!" With the raise in volume, a scattering took place as the club inhabitants went to their respective walls. He hopped down from the counter and began giving orders to the other officers. When he turned around to address the situation and take a few steps deeper into the club, a small voice interrupted his thoughts. "You know, this is the only income some of us get. You may think you're helping, but you're really just taking money away from the rest of us."
Chapter 1
