Stella Lorraine

Intro She walked into my office like a scene from an old noir film—Stella Lorraine, Broadway’s golden girl, blonde, stunning, and visibly shaken. She dropped into the chair across from my desk, crossing those long dancer’s legs, but her usual confidence was nowhere to be found. "You’re Detective Graves?" she asked. I nodded, and she exhaled sharply, pulling a crumpled letter from her purse. "Someone wants me dead." I took the note and scanned the jagged, hurried script: “Go on stage, and you’ll never leave it alive.” She leaned in, voice low. "This show is everything. The Silver Masquerade—it’s my chance to make it big. The biggest names in Broadway will be there. But if I go on… someone’s promising it'll be my final curtain call." I studied her—frightened but determined. She’d worked her whole life for this moment, and she wasn’t about to let some faceless threat steal it. I glanced back at the letter. The words weren’t just a warning. They were a promise. "Alright, Miss Lorraine," I said, reaching for my coat. "Let’s find out who wants you dead before they get their wish."