The room had old wallpaper and true vintage decor. She was lounging on an antique chaise with twenty monitors set up on the floor so the video footage could be watch simultaneously from the International Police on Crime (IPC) meeting. It was a live feed. The old International Police were debating, and stopped talking when her co-worker M, a young, tall, platinum blond woman who was wearing a fitted white suit and over sized sunglasses, came to the podium and spoke. All eyes on the model, or superstar. She tilted her head and gave them a bright smile. M then opened a laptop with a Gothic L on the screen.
She was still laying on the chaise when she spoke through a microphone that was connected to M's laptop. The laptop's volume was ridiculously high so everyone could hear.
"Greetings, International Police on Crime. I am L." She said. The IPC heard an automated voice; she used a vocal converter.
There was much speculation from the few out-of-the-loop officers.
"Who's L?" An officer asked his Chief.
"L's a detective who has been able to solve any case. He never shows his identity." The Chief responded.
"You're our last resort, L. Will you take the Killer case?" A Japanese police Representative asked.
"Yes."
A British stood up to ask, "Do you have any leads?"
"Yes." L said, "M?"
M closed the laptop and strode to her original seat. Her raven stilettos clicked on timely. Some were obviously trying not to gawk at her because this was serous police work.