"It's a straightforward task", said Frank as they sped along the streets of Nova Pera. "Take us to South City Rowing Club. The woman that called - her name is Janet Clarendon. Her husband has been killed. She is in shambles. She is at the crime scene, the police are already there. They asked her to bring us in."
Aaaah. Another police request. Rupert loved those... The kinds of cases that exceeded police routine. It was a sign of exceptional times when lawful forces were calling in private dicks to do the shady, filthy chores. This was likely to turn out exciting and unpredictable.
"Always glad to help out", Frank said, and the two began to snicker.
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