Sleuth: The city. A hollowed out cesspool of ill reputes. Everywhere I go, crime happens and the flatfoots are either too stupid or too corrupt to bat an eye. *Inhales Cigarette* And yet it still has it's charm. A guy like me could easily be content with some cheap whisky and cheaper smokes. I was on my way to get some when I met her. Red dress, long slender cigarette holder and a small handbag. If I wasn't captivated by her beauty, I would have noticed the gun she was hiding inside it. Luckily for me, she's a terrible shot and I am quicker on the draw.
Whenever I hear sleuth music, I find myself in a noir era world. Call it a guilty pleasure of mine.