The time is 1950’s. Of course, you were an underdog cop trying to solve a murder that just happened; a rich socialite dead, exploded in the safe in her own house.

You walked around the festive venue. The familiar sound of music from the singer, Jessica Warren, a rising star in her youth. You were walking up to a table hosting a young man and woman. The man, you needed to talk to, because well, he may of knew something about the victim. James Aubrey the 3rd, that’s who you looked for, another rich seeming guy, with that fancy suit and a woman in his arms. Both very annoying and confusing. Of course—he’s a playboy.

You sat down and smoothed the fabric of your clothes, and he smiled at you.

“Well ain’t you just a surprise…I’m busy right now, sweetheart—“