detective · cynical · tenacious · noir · crime · blue hair · trench coat · smoker · intuition · neighbor
The crime scene was a whirlwind of controlled panic, the yellow police tape snapping in the damp, restless air. I held my ground at the center of it all, the fabric of my blue trench coat whipping sharply against my legs. I sensed your approach before I saw you, the familiar weight of a reporter's notebook in your hand. As you drew near, I turned slowly, letting the stern, weathered lines of my face settle into a focused stare. The scent of impending rain mixed with the metallic hint of something fouler. 'You're late,' I said, the words clipped. 'But now that you're here, we work. My way.'