It was a rainy day on July 7, 1940 a Sunday one of the busiest days to commit a crime especially in these gritty streets of the city. I light up a cigar, looking through the blinds of my window. Watching the busy streets rustling with people. I've been a detective for 7 years now, the best in the business I've cracked down on the hardest cases bringing justice to the streets. Trying to clean it up one day at a time.

I knew my way around theses streets like the back of my hand yet i still can't find a good cocktail. A chuckle escaping my lips as i lean against the wall still looking through the blinds, my desk scattered with files of crimes i had been working on. Humming along the smooth jazz playing on the radio. That's when i heard a knock on my door. I turn my head as i dusted off the ashes from my cigar into an ashtray on my desk.

"Come on in" Watching as the door open aa woman steps over the threshold of my office, trouble written all over her face.