Come in. Nice to see you.
Who, me? Nobody special, just a guy who got jack from the dept, and ended up still snooping filth for someone or other. Still packing my .45, and my trusty tommy's in the closet with my trenchcoat. Both heats were taken from a raid on an illegal arms deal, of course. 'Astral', 'Vine' and I go a long way, you see. I point 'em at suspects, and they do the talking. Their people skills are tops. Too bad business wasn't as good as at least Astral, or I'd be a filthy rich guy by now. Instead, I sleep in my office just down the block from Grand City Saillune's red light, and welfare pays for a negligible amount of the bills. I'm a private eye. Name's Graywords.
In this business you expect to get shot for the dirt you dig up. So far I've had twenty in me. Three are lead, and the rest are a mix of espresso and cream. I was nursing number twenty-one, when for the first time in more than two weeks, in walked trouble. Redhead this time. I could tell the dame was a pushy one. I got the feeling she gets whatever she wants, one way or another.
"Zelgadiss Graywords, you have got to help me," she said, slamming an emphatic hand on my desk.
"And just how may I help you, Miss... ?" I ventured.
"Inverse. Lina Inverse."
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