As Charlie Cain sat in his new office in New York City he started to reminisce about his life and how he got to where he is today. It all started for him in 1915 when he lied about his age to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps. He had wanted to fight to test himself. Little did he know that " Sometimes you get what you wish for." as his father David Cain told him the day he shipped off for war.
As time went by he would prove himself time and again as a fighter. Dispite his small stature he was a ferocious fighter. It all came to a head from June 1-26 1918 in what is know as "The Battle of Belleau Wood" in France. There Charlie would prove himself a hero earning a Silver Star for his acts of heroism.
After the war had ended Charlie returned home. He had always felt his calling was to be a protector of the innocent. So he became a New York Police officer. Quickly rising in the ranks a star...
He was the youngest officer to be promoted to Detective on the force. Homicide is where his skill and attention to detail paid off. Then on that fateful day in August 1922 he landed a huge case.
" Margot Kilgore" he said remebering the name. She had been a young flapper caught up in a nasty affair with a State Senator. Her body was found in a dumpster on 15th Street. Charlie had followed the evidence straight back to the source of the crime.
"Senator Giamotti" Charlie said spewing the name out like just saying it had left a vile taste in his mouth. He was the man responsible for Charlie being framed for murder. The man who had ruined Charlie's once shining career. He had left Charlie's life shattered. But now Charlie was back in his city. A new agency, new friends, new family.
" I havent forgotten what you did to me, and I will get justice for that poor girl........and me." Charlie said placing a old newspaper photo of the senator on his case board.
"Ahem" a voice said pulling Charlie out of his daydream. (CONT.)
The first round came and Marc had nothing while Billy downed them. The second round came and the same thing happened. After about 8 shots of gin, Billy became drunk. Drunk was good. Atleast it was for Marc. He knew that Billy was lying about his alibi. So he took him down to the bar to get him drunk and start talking.
"Now tell me, where were you two nights ago when Lucille was murdered."
"I was with......"
"With whom, Billy?"
"Stay with me, Billy" Marc said as Billy started to doze off.
Billy passed out.
"David Carr," Marc repeated to himself.
Marc got up and was about to leave when someone shouted.
"HEY! Get back here and pay the tab. That's $10!"
Marc slid the man twenty. "Keep the change." He left to go to the ME's office to find Charlie.