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Detective Jack Hartman
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485840 |
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Smart and Charming |
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Classic Sleuth |
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Feb-15-2008 |
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Inactive
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Detective Biography
Here, take a load off; sit down, lemme buy you a drink -- you look like you could use one. So what's your name?
Jeez, some parents've got a cruel sense'a humor.
You're a detective, right? Yeah, could spot it in you a mile off. You got that look about ya. That look that says you're a different kinda person to everyone else drownin' their sorrows in this hole.
Different how? Different in all kindsa ways, but mostly different 'cause all these people, they're worryin' about how they're gonna put food on the table for their little ones this week, or whether the missus is as faithful as she says she is, or somethin' else that's troubling the waters of their own little world.
You, you're worryin' 'cause you know there's a good chance that soon, for one'a these folks, none of that's gonna matter anymore. 'cause you've got this feelin' deep in your gut that one of 'em is gonna step down the wrong alley at the wrong time, and a quick flash of steel later all their worries are gonna be leaking onto the sidewalk.
You, you're worryin' 'cause the little ones are about to go hungry, the missus is about to become a widow, and what's left of his life that's not taken up by family or friends is gonna wind up typed up all crisp an' neat between the covers of a brown folder on your desk, with a little number at the top.
Maybe you'll find the blade in the dark; get your name in the paper.
Maybe you're worryin' 'cause if you don't, that brown folder'll be joinin' the hundreds of others before it, filed away with all those other poor bastards who never got that final little piece of their life taken care of.
Who'm I? You're smart; you'll figure it out soon enough. I wouldn't worry too much about it right now; that look'a yours says you've got plenty enough to worry about as it is. Take a load off; lemme buy you another drink. For now, all you need to know?
Name's Jack. And I invented that look.
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Politics
Order o Socrates:
Poor(-3)
Arcanum Brthrhd:
Good(10)
Cosa Nostra:
Fair(2)
Eastern Triads:
Poor(-3)
Circle of Light:
Poor(-3)
Green Hand:
Neutral(0)
The Tea Steepers:
Neutral(0)
Shangri La Tigers:
Neutral(0)
Contacts
Fortune Teller (New York) Tailor (New York) Podiatrist (London) Tea Merchant (Shanghai)
Arch Villains
None Caught
Books Collected
None
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