Interview with Sergeant, Ginger McCormick:
Hi. My name is Ginger. If you have a little time, I’d like to tell you a little about myself. Okay, so I’ve already said my name is Ginger, but my close friends and cop buddies call me Storm. My ex-partner, Homicide Detective, Skitch, gave me the nickname Storm after I caught a ruthless killer during a hellified rainstorm in Miami, FL. That was one of the happiest days of my life. But…
Right after I captured Nancy Kingston’s murderer, my ex-boyfriend did something horrible that landed me on probation. Sigh. Sigh. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, my best friend husband got murdered, and my new man is the number one suspect. Sweet Jesus! This is so much to handle until I can hardly tell the story.
If you think your head is hurting from reading about my jacked up life, just think about how my head is feeling. Will someone please bring me a cup of coffee with an extra shot and some Excedrin? Well, other than being somewhat of a Tomboy with a high sex drive and loving my job, there’s not much else to tell. Thanks for listening to my story. It helps to vent at times.
Until we meet again, I’m off to catch a ruthless killer lurking the streets of Miami. With a hard slap to my forehead, I’m praying the killer isn’t who I think it is—my new man—hot, Graylin Grainger. Right now, he’s looking guilty!
Interview with Graylin Grainger:
I’m not the interviewing type and prefer not to talk about myself, so I’m going to cut straight to the chase. Favorite food: Steak. Favorite Hobby: Watching football. Favorite pastime: Use to be women until I reunited with the only woman I’ve ever loved, Ginger.
Speaking of Ginger, it hurts like hell knowing she suspects me of killing several wealthy men in the city of Miami. Is it possible that I did it and can’t remember? Jesus Christ! I hope not.
Just because I’m the beneficiary on a life policy worth millions doesn’t mean squat. In fact, so what? Okay yes, I was at the crime scene when the cops burst in. Yes, I broke into the victim’s home, too. Just stop already. Harsh breathing. You’re right, I look guilty. This interview is over. Snarling. Thanks and um…Goodbye.