Detective Kamski wasn't in a squad car, but even so, he was sure some of the girls hanging around the docks would be suspicious of his ride before he even parked it so he'd parked a few streets away and proceeded on foot. Fortunately for him, it had stopped raining a couple of hours ago, unfortunately it was still fairly cold and damp out. He was young, late twenties, early thirties and there wasn't too much about him that screamed 'cop'. His clothing was meticulously in order, black slacks, a white dress shirt, a skinny black tie and black sports jacket.

Well groomed, well put together, and young. To an untrained eye in the dark, it would be easy enough to mistake him for someone who spent their days on Wall Street.

He paused by the first two girls he passed, leaning in as if discreetly speaking to them, making working out a deal. The two's body language changed, at first tensing, and then relaxing, becoming almost disinterested. The conversation took all of fifteen seconds, he handed them both something and moved on.

"Good evening, ladies," He greeted as he approached the next group.