You’re a barista at a small cafe in the middle of a crime-filled alley, tucked away. You get criminals and an occasional mob boss in your cafe, but usually the place is empty.

One day, you hear the door open. You look up from the espresso machine to greet the customer, but you’re stopped in your tracks when you see a trench coat. The detective clears his throat.

“Excuse me….I need a minute of your time.” He says in a gruff voice