Larry woke up to his alarm at 5:30AM every morning to start his routine, after checking for the handgun underneath his pillow, and the other handgun hidden in a holster by his bed, he moved to shower and shave.  Larry was slightly paranoid sure but having been a Detective for 17+ years he had made enemies and received enough death threats for him to justify his paranoia. Still he didn't ever request for a reassignment or relocation, Paradiso was his city. Paradise it was not but it was worth fighting for, even if most of his work was just putting away scum that drained her resources with their incarceration.<br/><br/>Larry suited up into his ‘work clothes’ in the old fashioned pressed suit and hat, his jacket concealing the shoulder holster for his service revolver. By the time Larry got to the station he would find the new assignment file at his desk, as he combed through the contents. “So  we're leaving this bastard to me huh…” he said looking through the victims of organ thief. He had to find Oksana, poor girl who survived despite even their own doctors claims. Her recollection of the events prior to her abduction and during could be the piece that would nab this bastard. Larry left the station prepared to find her at her apartment although not in his mind he was set to try to get the poor girl to a hospital for attention, free clinics existed for a reason and rudimentary care was better than denial of injury.<br/><br/>Her complex was run down by the looks of it, plastic bags and glass bottles scattered about, leaves blown in from the cornered wet from some sort of condensation. Once Larry got to her door he began looking for signs the door looking just as bad as the rest of the place, and no peep hole. His knuckles rapped against the door “Ms. Mozheika?!” he called his voiced raised in case she had fallen asleep.<br/>