Daddy's girl? Yes, I loved my father very much. He was a police office for Los Angeles. (yes Was) Ya' see he was pulling a night shift. It really wasn't his responsibility, but he was covering for a buddy. They were short staffed. Anyway, he got a call, down by the dock 52 warehouse. He called in, everything should have been fine. Routine check. Figured it was just some kids, hangin' out smokin' or making out. Ms. Timmons on dispatch, was the last person to talk to my father. His body was found 5 days later. He had been shot at point blank range with his own police issue baretta, (Forensics says that the gun was in his mouth, and maybe his hand was even on the trigger). That's not the worst of it. He had been held hostage for several days before the body was dumped. There were cigarette burns and small pinholes all over his body. Pretty traumatic really. For a long time, some folks thought I might have done it. Sheesh, I know I was hanging around the wrong crowd at the time...but my own Father? I explained that the hair they found must have been carried in by my father. I live with the man. Think people. Of course my fingerprints were on the gun. I'm his daughter. I used to clean the damned thing... It took a week at the Lost Angeles Sisters of Mercy Hospital "For my own good" for them to believe me. How awful... to think I could do such a thing.

Since then, I took advantage of the publicity to get the job for the LA Times. It was a bit premature, even if I had majored in journalism, for me to get a good job. OH, I didn't start out where I am... I just have a way of finding trouble... and now I make money off it. Lately though, rumors have been flying. They, (Nor I) ever found my fathers killer. I decided I needed a new start. A clean break, Ya know? So here I am. It was a long way on that damned Honda Rebel, but here I am. I got myself an apt over in Laurel. Its not the greatest, but hey, the rent's cheap enough 'til I get settled in. I have a few job interviews lined up. One's with the Washington Times. I'm thinking a good story will synch the interview. Hopefully something will pan out.


You can usually find Julia in jeans, a silk shirt, short soft boots, and a London-fog all weather jacket. She smokes Marlboro Menthol cigarettes (how glamorous) and drinks... a lot.  Wouldn't you? She cleans up nice, even pretty when you can get her out of her tomboyish outfits and attitude. Speaking of attitude. She's got plenty of that, but she's loyal, fair and even kind to her friends. As long as she hasn't been drinking, she's quick on her feet, and observant.  Patience is NOT one of her strong points, though wit is when she wants something.. She is liberal in thinking, and a true diplomat, enjoying the journey to the truth. Her daddy was a cop, maybe he wanted a son, but his tough Julia was never lace. He taught her a lot, early on. She's somewhat of a Daredevil, an expert with firearms, has a nose for investigation, and drives better than most. Being nimble and dexterous simply came with the territory. You can usually find a flask of "Mr. Daniels" In her jacket pocket. Sometimes a tarot deck. Always that 9mm Baretta that belonged to (and killed) her father, and a few wadded up bills of low denomination

"Hating people is like burning down your own home to get rid of a rat...
... Anyone got a match?"