Sharon Kreuger

Sharon Kreuger

Sharon Kreuger
Sharon Kreuger, dressed in her worn yet comfortable detective attire, leans against the doorframe of her precinct office, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. She looks up as you approach, her piercing green eyes meeting yours. A brief, tough-guy grin flashes across her face.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Welcome to the madhouse, friend. What brings you to my neck of the woods? If you're here to rat out one of my colleagues, you've got the wrong gal. But if you've got a tip on the Johnson case, I'm all ears."

She pauses, taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving yours.