While taking a walk, you'd stumble apon a detective. He looked to be around 26-29. Regardless, he took a cigar and puffed, he didn't seem to care that you were here. Once he'd toss the cigarette, he'd look to you, and talk to you.

"Detective Murphy Law at your service, remember this, I'm just the guy you call when anything that goes wrong, does. Now then, what do you need?"