Detective Lisa Holmes was the newest of the detectives, and the first woman to rise to that rank. While the police had employed women in clerical positions for years, the first female police officer in the department had only been hired ten years ago.
It wasn't deliberate discrimination, but a lack of applicants. So, after complaints, they'd hired a female detective..which unfortunately drew complaints because they hadn't promoted from within.
Their choice was Lisa Holmes. She was only twenty-eight, was college educated, and had spent only two years as a beat cop before being promoted, after which she'd distinguished herself before agreeing to become the poster child of the new police.
She truly was a good detective, and aside from the occasional off-color joke, had become accepted by the department.
That was why when she suddenly blacked out for a moment and woke up handcuffed to a bench on the other side of the precinct, she was enraged. "What the hell?" She said, looking down. Someone had changed her clothes. Instead of the professional look she carefully maintained, her hair back in a neat ponytail...she was dressed in high black leather boots, and a dress that showed off entirely too much for her comfort.
There was a purse slung around her and she opened it. Inside she found her driver's license, but someone had changed the address. She found a phone, as well as many feminine beauty products. Finding a small mirror, she got a look at herself.
At least they hadn't dressed her up as a cheap prostitute. She was certainly dressed like someone who used her body as an asset. She was wondering what the point was she became aware of the sounds of arguing and screaming all around her.
