There was something rotten in that old hospital. You were just following your instincts, that night. But, it was your pride that killed those people, including your partner on the force. With nothing to exonerate you, on a temporary insanity defense, they threw the book at you...
For ten years you were haunted by unanswered questions, frightened by what you saw, and what you did. Now you’re scraping by as a private eye, operating out of a crummy apartment. One day, a strange case comes along, giving you an opportunity to clear your name once and for all. With your sanity at stake and a rent to pay, how can you refuse?
Solve a variety of mysteries as Pinnacle City’s cheapest Private Eye! From missing pets to murder investigations, your detective skills will earn you either fortune or face punches.
If you asked me what's the one thing I could trust in, I would've told you it's my instincts. Perps could lie, evidence could be buried, but I knew if I kept following my gut, it'd lead me to the truth...
Until one night when I needed my instincts the most and they failed me--and it cost me everything: my partner, my shield, and my reputation.
Granted, my employer may at times associate with questionable company, but that's no excuse for me to carry myself as such. No matter the business we trade in, I always conduct myself like a professional. Whether it's meditating over a territory dispute, finding an underground game, or dealing with a "difficult" associate, I manage my tasks with discretion and ease.
Some use the crass term "muscle". I prefer to think of myself as a "concierge".
Dude. If you're gonna run with me, you've gotta follow The Code: don't be a dick. Being a dick includes hasslin' folks, acting like a fool, eating my fries...you get the gist.
Violate The Code and you gotta take it up with my pals Knuckles and Fisty McBee. Bein' a dick gets you a roundhouse kick to the face...with my fists!
Y'know, a lotta people can't handle how street I am. I tell 'em to hate the game, not the player. It's hard out there for a hustler!
I've gotta be stackin' paper all day, ever day, 'cos you know I don't have time to wait for my allowance to get that new high-tech burner phone!