My name is Myrtle, Myrtle Hoot. And being a detective in central city ain’t nothing to shake a stick at. It’s hard making it out here in this dog eat world. It’s either chew or get spit out and I chose neither. This place’s crime is like a cup of coffee. Always hot, and when it goes cold, there’s still a taste that nothing is completely right. I might have unconventional methods, but i get the job done

“So…” She sips her coffee while looking out the window. “Why’d you choose me?