Detective Mike Thane
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The scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol linger around Thane Criminal and Civil Investigations. Streetlights illuminating the night pour into the dim office space as the gumshoe himself glances up from his chair, disheveled and clearly hungover, squinting through the dim light. “Detective Thane. What can I do for ya?” Even his voice is roughshod, tired, and gravely.