Real Crime of Hosnian Prime

The red light flickered on the dashboard of the speeder. The large man sitting in the speeder's driver seat ignored it for a moment and took a long sip of a his coffee. It had been a busy night so far. The rich debutants of Hosnian Prime believed their wealth made them immune to the law. Unfortunately most of the time it did but that didn't stop him and some of the better officers from the HPPD from trying. After savouring the warm bitter taste of his coffee he sighed and leaned forward, tapping the RECEIVE button on the console. The line crackled open and a blue audio-wave appeared from the small projector built into the console. It quivered and shook as the dispatcher's voice warbled through the line.
"Romeo-2-1-Echo is this dispatch, over," the droid's voice called through. The man sighed again - droid dispatchers were the worst. They lacked that good ol' intuition than an experienced cop gets after working on the streets for a few years.
"Whaddya' want," he growled and snickered at the delay from the line know he had sent the droid's processors for a whirl trying to figure out his colloquial response outside of holo-protocol.
"We have a missing person report within your ward. Do you accept, over?" the dispatcher responded. He frowned, kidnappings were uncommon on the planet as most people were wealthy enough to hire private security forces equivalent to small armies. He was sure he had seen a few Mandalorians just last week flanking some long-legged girl who looked way too young for the clothes she was wearing. The Presinium was supposed to be the height of culture on Hosnian Prime so even small level crime was rare. The occasional drunken row in the streets, some booster blue busts amongst some of the more rebellious ones, or at the most a speeder crash due to a driver being under the influence. The real crime happened far away from here and much lower in the bowels of the city. He had heard the fringe precincts on the outskirts of the city actually had homicides - lucky.
"Yup, I'll take it," he said. After another pause the droid began to relay some tombstone data.
"Subject is Isar Kinnal, a Clawdite resident of the Presinium Ward-" the droid began and the man breathed in sharply. Sitting up straight her began to squirm to fish the datapad out of his pocket with his large meaty hands. Clearing his throat he interrupted the droid.
"-listen you jawa scrap. Give me the details quicker. The more time we waste the less likely we are to find him," he grumbled. The droid chimed an affirmative tone.
"Citizen Kinnal was last seen at the Golden Nyx Entertainment Lounge. He is reported to be escorted out by three humans and a Gank from the VIP lounge. We are working to acquire surveillance footage from the area. He was last seen 30 minutes ago at the Lounge and is believed to be-" the droid continued but was cut off as the man tapped the channel closed. Cursing, he flicked the power module and took the speeder out of its idle hover. The controls bobbed to life in his hands and he heard the engines whirring to life.
"Stang it," he cursed again and looked down at the datapad on his lap. He scrolled through a list and then found a name. He pulled out a black holocommunicator from his pocket and dialed in a set of numbers from his datapad. He waited as the connection signal hummed. His breathing seemed quicker and laboured as he waited - clearly uncomfortable. Suddenly it stopped and the holocommunicator displayed a green light for "active" and "secure". He waited for the contact to speak first but nothing came through; just an eerie and somber silence. He cleared his throat.
"Your eminence," he stuttered, "we have a problem...it's Isar. Someone's got him". He winced as a low-roiling groan spewed from the comlink. After it's rage subsided the guttural voice responded in Huttese.
"Well then I guess you have a problem Voth...find him".