That's right. I'm a P.I., gumshoe, shamus, snoop... It all started about three
weeks ago...
It was one of those rare nights in Los Angeles, cold and clear... The kind of
night where anything could happen. A winter storm had just blown through
taking most of the smog with it. Well, when I say most of the smog, I mean at
least enough so you could see your hand in front of your face...
On clear nights like that the city seemed strange, stranger than usual, that is,
because by being able to see across it for a change, you realized how immense it
really was and of course, any city that big was bound to have more than its share
of murder, mayhem and vice...which is generally my meal ticket.
On that particular evening I was sitting in my office looking at my bank book.
Even with one eye it was obvious that I needed to get a paying case, and soon.
It made me want to mix a stiff one, martini that is. I'm a martini kind of
guy. Don't get me wrong, I've had some lucrative cases in my day, but it had
been quite a while. My bank book showed it. But, like I said, it was one of
those rare nights, and all that was about to change...