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It was a busy morning in downtown Las Vegas, just like every other morning. The ever-awake skyscrapers in the city that never sleeps exuded money and power. This was a place where people would never feel at home, yet they wouldn't want to leave either.

It was still too early for the rest of the world, but not for the ambition of the casinos and clubs that opened their doors and showed the public the best of life; the pleasure. The elegant buildings along the avenue housed offices, nightclubs and residences. The eclectic mix was what characterized the city of sin, its vastness and love of novelty. Boredom would never set in in Vegas.

Among the countless pleasures in the city of sin, the police departments did not rest either. The phones rang relentlessly at the police station, especially on Saturday mornings.

And in the midst of the hurricane that the department proved to be, Lora Lins walked through the reception. She was out of place in this troubled environment, with people movin