Nicholas "Nickle" Johnson Is my name.
I work as a freelance detective, I usually get called in about husbands and wifes suspecting one another of having an affairs.
Sometimes I get to find lost items or pets.
It fairly easy, fairly boring as well.
But it puts food on my table and a bottle of whiskey on my desk.
This latest assignment was different.
A man was standing in wait for me outside of my office, he didn't say anything and had his face covered in the shadows.
He gave me a letter.
The letter said to be at the small in called "The Hollow" at 3:am.
I was to sit down at the table next to the bar and order a tullamore without ice, and ask for a lighter and a cigarette from the bartender.
He didn't say anything either and went to the back to fetch me my smoke.
After lighting my cigarette I just kicked back and waited.
'till a woman in a sharp red dress approached me...