Revenge of the Vadge

When Vadgy finally got back from the station it was late. Very late. The sight of Oliver and his accomplice Ross behind bars was deeply satisfying. They both looked so pathetic standing there in the holding cell. They were going away for a long time.

Now all Vadgy could think about was Titsy. It was too late now, but as soon as the sun came up she would go down to St Luke’s and give her the good news. Vadgy made herself a coffee, threw off the wig and collapsed onto the lounge. Lady ambled over to her and brushed up against her leg. “Hey we got the bad guys tonight, Lady. Aren’t you proud of me?” said Vadgy as she lifted Lady up into her lap.

Vadgy woke with a start. She had fallen asleep on the lounge, exhausted. It was 8am. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door. Her Pontiac was parked in front of her apartment. She jumped in and flew down Lombard Street towards St Luke’s. She knew it would take time for Titsy to recover from her traumatic experience but now that Oliver was behind bars, the healing could begin.

The enormous brick wall surrounding St Luke’s was imposing. It wasn’t a welcoming place. Even a visitor felt intimidated walking through the large, creaking wooden doors. A menacing looking nurse stood guard in the reception area. “May I help you?” she said as Vadgy approached. It was only then Vadgy realised she was still wearing her Ralph Lauren pantsuit not to mention the blue eyeshadow and false eyelashes. “Oh, yes, I’m Detective Vadgy McVadge and I’m here to see Tits Ahoy.” The nurse looked at Vadgy suspiciously. “No, seriously, sorry, I’ve been working undercover, here’s my badge” said Vadgy. She wasn’t used to explaining herself or being defensive but she realised how it must have looked. She caught the nurse as she rolled her eyes. “Ok, go through” and she buzzed Vadgy through the iron doors into the main ward.

Vadgy walked down the corridor. She tried not to make eye contact with any of the other patients. The smell of St Luke’s was a strange mix of disinfectant and human waste. It was the stuff of nightmares. An orderly shoved past her pushing a gurney. The patient looked white as a ghost and had electrodes attached to his head. Shock therapy was their specialty at St Luke’s. Titsy was scheduled for her first treatment next week but there was no way Vadgy was going to let that happen.

She found Titsy’s room at last. Vadgy tapped lightly on the door and slowly opened it. “Hey honey, it’s me”. Titsy turned and looked up at Vadgy with the look of frightened kitten. “It’s over Titsy. We got him.” And a small, forlorn smile crossed Titsy's face.

Hey Beautiful Lady

Vadgy strode into the White Swallow Cocktail Bar. Every eye followed her as she made her way to the bar. “I’ll have a Brandy Alexander, extra nutmeg thanks” she purred to the barman. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar and smiled confidently. The long brunette wig was working for her. She had worn heavier eye make up than usual and it was striking. The blue eye shadow and the heavy kajal eyeliner gave her a slightly trampy look. She was sure a creep like Oliver would go for it.

She was only half way through her first drink when he walked in. She recognized him immediately from Emma’s description. He wore a beige leisure suit with flared trousers and snake skin boots. He had ‘sleaze’ written all over him. Of course, Vadgy was adept at spotting losers like this. She was way too street smart and savvy to fall for a guy like Oliver. Vadgy ate guys like this for breakfast.

But a naïve girl from the mid west like Titsy would fall hook line and sinker for a slime ball like Oliver. Titsy had learnt the hard way.

Oliver sat at the bar and cast his lizard-like eyes around the room, looking for his next victim. When he spotted Vadgy he could barely believe his eyes. Granted, she was more glamorous than his usual target but his ego told him he could pull a bird like this.

He swaggered over. “Hey, beautiful lady. Can I buy you a drink?” Vadgy struggled not to roll her eyes at his lame approach. “Oh, why thank you” she responded in a breathy, sexy voice.

“So, tell me, what’s gorgeous woman like you doing alone in a place like this?” he asked. Vadgy couldn’t believe that this sort of thing actually worked with women but clearly it did. Giggling shyly, Vadgy said “Oh I was supposed to be meeting a friend here but she obviously isn’t going to make it so I thought I would have one drink and then go home”. “Oh no, a beautiful lady like you shouldn’t be alone. You must stay and have a drink with me. Please.”

Vadgy knew she had him on the hook. She smiled to herself and thought “well of course I have him on the hook, I mean, hell, look at me!”

“So, my name is Cain. What’s yours?” he asked. “I’m Stephanie” Vadgy answered. “Well Stephanie, it’s very nice to meet you.”

“Another Brandy Alexander?” said Cain. “Thank you.” Said Vadgy. As the barman placed the creamy cocktail in front of her, Vadgy smiled. She knew she could handle it but she also knew she wanted to be on her game completely tonight. She would only sip this second cocktail.

They began to chat. Vadgy was amazed that a man of such limited intellect had been able to seduce and victimize so many women. She knew his type. He knew all the standard lines. The lines that men thought women wanted to hear about wanting a relationship but never being able to find the “right girl”. About enjoying long walks on the beach and candlelit dinner with a bottle of red. About lazy Sundays and weekends away. She had heard it all before but never as blatantly as tonight. “He’s a piece of work” thought Vadgy. She thought about poor Titsy and how guileless she was. Titsy would have taken Oliver on face value. She would have eaten this crap up with a spoon and then asked for more. When Oliver excused himself to go to the bathroom, no doubt to check his comb-over hadn’t shifted, Vadgy tipped her drink into the small bar sink in front of her.

“Finished already?” Oliver noted with obvious pleasure when he walked back to the bar. “Your fly is undone” said Vadgy. “Oh, sorry about that babe” Oliver said as he fumbled for the zip. Vadgy had caught a glimpse of Oliver and had to stifle a laugh. “If that was a preview of coming attractions then I think I’ll pass” she thought to herself.

“Another drink Stephanie?” Oliver asked hopefully. “Oh yes thanks, they are delicious, I just can’t seem to stop tonight” answered Vadgy in her best Marilyn Monroe voice. Oliver smirked as he ordered up another Brandy Alexander. “I’ve got this one in the bag” he thought.

Vadgy giggled innocently and excused herself. “Sorry, I need to powder my nose I think. I’m feeling a little drunk” she said as got up from the stool unsteadily. Oliver watched her as she walked to the ladies room. “This is going to be fun” he thought as he watched her sway, her gold jumpsuit shimmering in the dim light of the bar. He could hardly believe his luck. This was by far his best pull ever.

As she approached the ladies room door she stopped and took a sharp turn. She found a dark spot in the corridor where she could see Oliver as he waited for her to return. As she watched him she saw him reach into the back pocket of his leisure suit and pull out a small vial. He shook the vial and then slowly unscrewed the lid. Vadgy’s face darkened as she saw him pour the contents into what remained of her Brandy Alexander. “Oh my God, that’s how he does it. Rohypnol.”

She waited a few moments and then returned to the bar. “Sorry I took so long. I am really feeling a bit dizzy. I should go.” She told Oliver. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly let you go on your own” he said. “Let me help you get a cab. Finish your drink and then we can go”. “Oh really, you’re too kind! Perhaps you could tell the maître d we need a cab while I finish my cocktail and then we can go?” “Great idea, beautiful lady” said Oliver.

Vadgy handed the tainted cocktail to the barman. “See this drink? I want you to put it aside. Don’t tip it out. Keep it. My colleagues will be back later this evening” and she flashed her San Francisco Police Department badge.

She caught up with Oliver at the front door. “Finish your drink Stephanie?” “Yes, thank you Cain, it was delicious. I probably shouldn’t have but I just couldn’t say no” she said breathlessly.

“Here is our taxi” said Oliver as he took Vadgy hand and led her out into the night. He knew the Rohypnol would take 20 minutes to kick in. His apartment was five minutes from the White Swallow.

Vadgy staggered to the cab. Oliver opened the door and helped her into the back seat. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked, hoping she would be feeling unwell by now. “Oh I’m suddenly just so tired. I should just go straight home.” “I can’t leave you feeling unwell Stephanie, I wouldn’t hear of it” Oliver said feigning chivalry. “Ok” Vadgy said. She was going to go along with this whole sick trip and see where it led.

Oliver gave the cab driver his address. Vadgy made a mental note. As the cab pulled up in front of the apartment block Oliver quickly jumped out, paid the driver and helped Vadgy out onto the footpath. He didn’t want her collapsing her in the street. He needed to get her inside as quickly as he could. Vadgy played along. Stumbling and staggering into the lobby.

Oliver could barely get the key in the door he was so excited about this next victim. She was by far the most beautiful woman he had had ever managed to ensnare. “Stephanie, you don’t need to worry, I’m going to take good care of you” he said as he put his arm around her waist and helped her through his front door. Vadgy looked around the living room, making note of everything. It was the cliché bachelor pad. It smelled stale. It reeked of desperation.

“It’s me Ross” called Oliver as he closed the door behind him. “Who is Ross?” asked Vadgy. “Just a friend” said Oliver. “Ignore him, I try to.” Ross appeared from around the corner. Vadgy remembered Emma’s description of him. He was exactly as she had said. Short, ordinary, weak and deeply strange. “Hi” Ross said slobbering. Vadgy could see him looking her up and down. “Get lost now Ross” said Oliver. “Hehehe. Ok Cain” he said.

Ross knew that his turn would come later. It suited him for Cain to bring the women in. Ross had never been able to pull women. He had no conversational skills and was emotionally retarded. Once they found about his obsession with Hitler and the Nazi Party women would leave skid marks in efforts to get away from him. He knew he would spend his life alone but at least Oliver’s cast offs would give him some physical relief. He knew enough about Oliver’s lifestyle and pattern with women to have Oliver put away for a long time. Oliver could keep Ross quiet if he let him have his way with the women he was finished with.

Vadgy knew it was time. She staggered over to the dirty chocolate brown couch and collapsed. Oliver smirked. “She’s out. It’s time baby” he thought to himself. Vadgy closed her eyes and waited for him. Her Oroton purse was tucked snugly into the cushion.

Oliver leaned over her. His stale breath covered her as he bent down to kiss her on the mouth. One hand slithered through the lame onto her breast. He began to unbuckle his pants. He kicked off the snake skin boots to reveal the mismatched socks. She was beautiful. He knew tonight was going to be special. Suddenly Vadgy came to life. “Get your filthy paws off me you bastard. You’re under arrest.” Her Browning pistol glistened in the light of the lava lamp. Put your hands on your head you piece of shit”. Oliver did what she said, a look of pathetic fear on his face.

“Is it my turn yet Cain?” said a small, weak voice from the shadows. Vadgy turned to see Ross, naked and dismal standing in the doorway. “Get your hands up too you stupid little man” said Vadgy.

Undercover Vadgy

Vadgy stood in front of her perfectly organised open plan wardrobe. If she was going to do this properly she needed to look irresistible. Not that looking irresistible was hard for Vadgy. Even in her standard issue police uniform she looked effortlessly sexy and chic. Tonight though, she was the bait and she needed to look flawless.

She reached in and pulled out the Ralph Lauren gold lame halter neck jumpsuit. She smiled as thought about the last time she had worn it. It was New Year’s Eve, the night she had met Kensington. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her from the moment she walked into Sasha’s Nightclub. He finally built up the courage to ask her to dance and they spent most of the night on the dance floor. They drank Brandy Alexanders and laughed and talked as if they had known each other for ever.

Until she met Kensington, Vadgy had become used to being alone. Work had always come first. She had fought long and hard to get where she was personally and professionally and the thought of making herself vulnerable to man was repugnant to her. But Kensington was different. Vadgy couldn’t say no to Kensington.

Vadgy took a sudden breath and shook the thought of Kensington from her head. “I must focus” she thought. Right now all that really mattered was getting Oliver. Tonight she would go undercover, following in Emma’s footsteps, using what precious information Emma had been able to give her. With a long brunette wig and her Ralph Lauren jumpsuit, Vadgy would be the bait that would catch Oliver and finally avenge Titsy.

The jumpsuit fitted Vadgy’s hourglass figure perfectly. She bent down to fasten the gold 6 inch platforms. As she stood she reached for her Oroton purse. It contained her American Express card, her Coty lipstick and a small pearl handled Browning handgun. “Tonight’s the night Oliver” she thought to herself. She closed the door to her apartment and stepped out into the cool San Francisco evening.

Let's Get These Bastards

That was the last thing Emma remembered. When she woke the next day, her clothes torn, her cheek grazed and her eye swollen and beginning to turn black, she had no recollection of what had happened to her. The intense pain she felt coursing through her body told her perhaps it was better left that way. “Just move on” part of her thought. “It was a stupid mistake. I’m just going to pretend it never happened”

“Look, Detective McVadge” she began.

“Please call me Vadgy” was the reply.

“Look, um, Vadgy. I really don’t want to take this any further. It was my foolishness that got me into this. I’m not even sure what happened and I can’t tell you anymore than what I already have. I don’t want to press charges. I mean, who will take any notice of me anyway. I went back there. No one forced me” Emma said.

Vadgy’s face darkened “That’s exactly what they want you to do. They don’t want you to tell anyone. They WANT you to blame yourself. They WANT you to think it was something you did to bring this on yourself. It’s not your fault Emma.

Listen, I don’t want to upset you but you should know, they have found three different hair samples on your clothing Emma, yours and two others. I’ll guarantee you the other two belong to Cain Oliver and his nut job room mate. Now, you can walk away from here right now and pretend it didn’t happen. But let me ask you this. How are you going to feel when you hear that this has happened to another woman? What if I told you that this same thing happened to my partner? And do you know where she is right now? St Luke’s Mental Hospital! Yes, that’s right. It sent her stone crazy.

These guys are predators and so long as women keep blaming themselves and letting them get away with it, they will keep doing it. It’s up to you Emma.”

Emma took a deep, long breath. She thought about what might lay ahead if she did what Vadgy was asking her to do. She didn’t know if she had the strength to face it.

Vadgy reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled photo. “Here is my partner. Her name is Tits Ahoy. Even if you can’t do it for yourself Emma, I’m begging you, do it for Titsy.”




Emma looked at the photo. The woman in the photo looked so carefree and happy. “She doesn’t look like that now Emma. Oliver ruined her.” Said Vadgy. “You can make sure there are no more Titsys. Just say yes, Emma, just say yes”.

Emma sighed. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. “Ok, Vadgy, yes, I’ll do it”.

A determined smile quickly crossed Vadgy’s face. “Great, now let’s get these bastards.”

The Naked Nazi

By the time she had finished typing up the statement on her brand new Olivetti typewriter, Vadgy was incandescent with rage. Emma’s story was almost identical to Titsy’s.

Emma was a young, beautiful but somewhat naïve girl. She had met Oliver at a local bar. He sweet talked her. He bought her a Brandy Alexander. They talked about everything; his favourite film “The Way We Were”, his favourite album “Tapestry” by Carole King. He was every girl’s dream come true…or so it seemed.

In the dim light of the White Swallow Cocktail Bar, with Sly and the Family Stone playing in the background and the scent of Jovan Musk hanging heavily in the air any girl could get a little giddy. When Oliver asked Emma back to his bachelor pad she said 'no' at first.

“My last relationship started just like this. She came back to my place” he said. Oliver looked away wistfully. “But she’s gone now”. A tear rolled down his rugged cheek. Emma could not have known that “she” was Titsy.

“What happened to her?” Emma asked sympathetically. “I’d rather not talk about it” Oliver replied “It’s just too painful.”

“Well, maybe I could come back to your place for one drink” Emma offered, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with pity for him. And so they left the White Swallow.

As Oliver opened the door to his apartment Emma was struck by a strange stench. “What is that terrible smell?” she thought to herself. He closed the heavy door behind her.

“Who’s there?” a voice called from the den. “It’s just me Ross” Oliver replied. “My room mate” Oliver said. “Oh, for some reason I thought you lived alone” Emma said nervously. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “Let me introduce you” Oliver suggested and they walked down the wood paneled corridor to the den.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. There he sat on the rug, in the centre of the room, naked. He was a small man, small in many ways. His salt and pepper hair was cut brutally short. His pince nez glasses were perched on the tip of his nose. The floor was filled with objects of every shape and size; strange badges, military wear, swords and guns. In his hand he held a brass eagle with a swastika emblazoned across it.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ross said as he lifted his prized possession up for Emma to see. “Um, yes, it’s very nice” she replied. “Third Reich, highly collectable. Only a dozen of these in the world you know' said Ross lovingly.

Emma suddenly realised what she was looking at. “Yes, Ross collects Nazi shit” said Oliver. “It’s Third Reich Memorabilia, Cain!” Ross shot back. “Whatever,” said Cain, “it’s still shit”. “Well, it’s worth a lot of money and I like it” said Ross. “Well maybe you should sell a couple of pieces and buy yourself a pair of jocks dude” Oliver said laughingly.

Emma backed out of the den, suddenly wondering if she had made a huge mistake coming here. “That’s nothing” said Cain, “the bastard’s got a tattoo of a swastika on his backside!” “No! Really?” Emma said. “Why do you live with him? He seems a bit odd”. “Oh I met him through friends years ago, he’s completely alone, nowhere to go so I told him he could stay with me for a while”.

Emma was disturbed. “Look, I think I should leave” she said timidly. “Really, it’s been nice but I must go”. “You’re not going anywhere” Oliver replied, his voice suddenly dark and threatening. Emma knew in that instant that she was in trouble, deep trouble.

A breakthrough of sorts

VADGY WOKE suddenly to the sound of telephone ringing. It had been a long night. She had only managed a couple of hours sleep and the phone startled her.

“Hello?” she whispered, still half asleep.

“Detective McVadge?”

“Yes”.

“It’s Tully down at the station. I’m sorry to wake you so early but we thought you would want to know straightaway. There’s been another incident. We think its Oliver again. We’ve got the victim here now and the boss thinks you should get down right away.” “

OK, I’ll be down there as quick as I can thanks” Vadgy replied.

“Maybe this time I’ll nail the bastard” Vadgy thought to herself as she slipped into her Givenchy robe and headed to the kitchen to make a coffee. As she scooped the Coffee Mate into the cup, she thought about Oliver. A man like that didn’t deserve to walk the streets. He didn’t deserve to live as far as Vadgy was concerned but she knew she would have to maintain her professionalism if she was going to keep this investigation on track. Perry had given her one last chance to solve the case and by God, she wasn’t going to let personal feeling get in the way of a conviction.

She showered quickly. “No time to wash my hair” she thought as she sprayed the dry shampoo through her thick blonde hair. She had a feeling today she would get that breakthrough she was looking for. Today she would wear the Halston pantsuit.

“Where is she?” Vadgy demanded as she walked into the station. “Interview Room 2, Detective McVadge” replied Constable Ellis “You look very nice today Detective McVadge if you don’t mind me saying”. “Shut up Ellis” Vadgy barked back as she stormed past. The last thing she needed was another young rookie developing a crush on her. Men had a tendency to fall at Vadgy’s feet and she was becoming tired of it.

Since things with Kensington had ended Vadgy had no real interest in men, unless they could do something for her. "A girl has got to use whatever the good Lord has given her to get ahead in the is world" she would say to herself.

Vadgy opened the door to the interview room and saw the young woman, hunched over a cup of coffee, her eyes circled with dark shadows. She looked up nervously from the table.

“Hi, I’m Detective McVadge, but you can call me Vadgy. I’m here to help you but you are going to have to be completely honest with me. I realise its painful but if we are going to get the guy who did this to you, I need to know everything.”

“I’ll tell you everything” she murmured, choking back the tears. “But you know, it wasn’t just one guy. There were two of them”.

Vadgy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Two of them? So Oliver had found an accomplice. It seemed hard to believe. Oliver had always worked alone. “So he’s found another scumbag to help him with his dirty work” she thought.

“Don’t worry, we are gonna get both those bastards and when we do…well, they’ll be sorry they were every born. I promise you that.”

Titsy and Sympathy

The photos spilled out over the lounge. They all looked like nice girls. Nice girls who just got caught up with the wrong guy. And that guy was Cain Oliver.

Oliver had a reputation as a low rent gigolo. Up until now he hadn’t really shown up on Vadgy’s professional radar. Sure, she had seen him hauled in now and again, charged with solicitation, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. She had seen him led off, time after time, to be strip-searched, fingerprinted and charged having been arrested in the Haight Ashbury precinct yet again.

He was a pitiful character; entirely full of himself and for no damned good reason. “The worst combination of character flaws” Vadgy thought “arrogant AND stupid”. She had almost felt sorry for him. But he had committed the cardinal sin when he screwed with Titsy and sympathy was no longer on the menu.

Titsy was just one of many women Oliver had ‘done over’. She had thought it was something special. He had told her she was perfect, unique, “the one”. Poor Titsy had so badly wanted to hear those words, when they came tumbling out of Oliver’s mouth that first night they met, she believed him. How naïve she had been.

“Mess with Tisty and you mess with me” Vadgy murmured as she ran her long, manicured fingernails over Oliver’s most recent mug shot. Her life was all about revenge now. Until he was behind bars everything else was on hold.

You're So Vain

As she reversed her red Firebird Pontiac out of the squad parking lot, Vadgy glanced down at her Movado watch. It was late. It looked like she would have to pull another all-nighter if she was going to crack this case. She drove home, up and down the winding San Francisco streets, wondering how Titsy was tonight and silently vowing that she wouldn’t rest till she got justice for her.

Being promoted to detective had meant that Vadgy was able to surround herself with the things she loved. Her downtown apartment was fashionably decorated in her favourites shades of brown and orange. Only last week new carpet had been laid in the sunken lounge and as she slipped off her cork heeled platforms, her toes dug down into the shag pile. She walked over to the stereo, gin and tonic in hand, and set the needle on her Carly Simon album. “You’re So Vain” played as she looked down at the “Oliver” file which spilled over the tangerine modular lounge. “How apt” she thought.

As she started to sort through the hundreds of statements and photos, her cat “Lady” crept up onto her lap and nestled in. “Lady” had a particular fondness for the purple velour bell bottom jumpsuit Vadgy was wearing.

Vadgy had a lot of work to get through. She would have to miss tonight’s episode of Dallas. There was no time for TV while Titsy languished in the mental hospital and that bastard Oliver was still out there.

The one who got away

Vadgy marched back to her desk. As she passed by the other detectives she could feel their eyes burn into her. The scent of both envy and lust hung heavily in the air. “Screw them” she thought “I won’t be intimidated and I won’t back down. I owe it to Titsy to put this guy behind bars and damn it, I’m going to do it.”

Titsy had been Vadgy’s partner for 5 years and they were a formidable team. But now Titsy was on stress leave, holed up in mental institution. It was up to Vadgy to settle a couple of scores and get the bastard who put her there. She wasn’t going to let a bunch of misogynistic bastards on the force stand in her way.

She had come a long way since graduating from the Academy. Leaving Arkansas was a big step for 20 year old but Vadgy knew that a two-bit town like Hot Springs would never be enough for her. She wanted so much more from life and only a city like San Francisco could offer Vadgy everything she was looking for.

She enrolled in the San Francisco Police Academy in 1969. She was one of only three woman amongst 100 trainees. It was a tough year. There were no free rides. Vadgy knew she had to work harder than anyone else there if she was going to overcome the inevitable discrimination a woman with a 38-22-36 figure would be subjected to.

But Vadgy knew how to 'work it'. She was fitter and stronger than almost any other guy there but still, there were times when she was forced to use her feminine wiles to get another rung up the ladder. “A girl has got to use whatever resources she has at her disposal” she would think to herself. She wasn’t afraid to open an extra button on her tight trainee blouse if it meant a favour here or there.

SHE was in control and that was how she liked it. Her god-given beauty was hers to use to her advantage and no man was going to get the better of her. That was until she met, Kensington Pride.

Kensington was the youngest of the Pride family. The Prides were a well known, old-money San Franciscan family. Generation after generation had built their wealth with mango farms. When she met Kensington, everything changed and no matter how hard she tried, she would never be the same again. Nor would she ever look at a mango the same way again.....

But that was years ago and Kensington was well and truly gone. As much as it pained Vadgy to admit it, he was in the past. The future was all she could focus on now and getting Oliver behind bars where he belonged.

A man with a mango

Vadgy marched back to her desk. As she passed by others detectives she could feel their eyes burn into her. The scent of both envy and lust hung heavily in the air. “Screw them” she thought “I won’t be intimidated and I won’t back down. I owe it to Titsy to put this guy behind bars and damn, I’m going to do it.”

Titsy had been Vadgy’s partner for 5 years and they were a formidable team. But now Titsy was on stress leave, holed up in mental institution. It was up to Vadgy to settle a couple of scores and get the bastard who put her there. She wasn’t going to let a bunch of misogynistic bastards on the force stand in her way.

She had come so far since she graduated from the Academy. Leaving Arkansas was a mammoth step for 20 year old but Vadgy knew that a two-bit town like Hot Springs would never be enough for her. She wanted so much more from life and only a city like San Francisco could offer Vadgy everything she was looking for.

She enrolled in the San Francisco Police Academy in 1964. She was one of only three woman amongst 100 trainees. It was a tough year. There were no free rides. Vadgy knew she had to work harder than anyone else there if she was going to overcome the inevitable discrimination a woman with a 38-22-36 figure is subjected to.

But Vadgy knew how to 'work it'. She was fitter and stronger than almost any other guy there but still, there were times when she used her feminine wiles to get another rung up the ladder. “A girl has got to use whatever resources she has at her disposal” she would think to herself. She wasn’t afraid to open an extra button on her tight trainee blouse if it meant a favour here or there.

She was in control and that was how she liked it. Her god-given beauty was hers to use to her advantage and no man was going to get the better of her. That was until she met, Kensington Pride.

Vadgy's Revenge

Vadgy marched into the chief’s office with the look of fierce determination her colleagues had become so used to. Police Chief Perry Anderson looked up wearily from his desk.

“Damn it Perry!” she growled. “You won’t shut me down on this case!! While this bastard is out there women are not safe to walk the streets. Let me do my job!”

“Listen Vadgy, you and I both know you are too emotionally involved in this case. I’ve assigned Harvey to the case and that’s the end of it!”

“Harvey is damned fool. You and I both know it! Just give me one more week and I swear I can wrap this case up Perry.”

Perry sighed in resignation. “Ok, Vadgy, you know I can never say no to you.” How well she knew that. But that was in the past and now she had to focus on this case.

Oliver was not going to get away with this. Yes, she would be professional but damn it, he was going to pay for what he had done to Titsy.

As she strode determinedly out of Perry’s office, Vadgy hips swayed enticingly in her figure hugging pencil skirt. “That woman will be the death of me” he thought to himself. “But what a way to go”