There are a lot of alleys here in this city that never sleeps. I do sleep some of the time, little stopovers to the land of Nod to avoid the big sleep.
It's a noirish alley, the kind of place where you're looking for a bird made of atium, and when you scrape off the surface it's plain aluminum.
I knew this forum was trouble the moment it walked in the door, legs up to here and high-contrast striped lighting. There's a set of blinds in front of every light source around here. It's the kind of place where the cops only show up after you dramatically strike a match, and the crooks only show up when you strike gold.
And here you are. You wandered into the office of some two-bit chull of a private eye. What's your angle? You want to find out somebody's secrets, or are you just covering up your own?