Mood:
neutral
Inventory:
empty
It's 3am, you are tired and you've got a headache that feels 10 times larger than your actual head. You've been running on stale coffee and nicotine gum for 2 straight days. You caught a case a week ago. A mysterious letter asking you to look into a name. Jonathan Collins. If the letter hadn't had 500 large in it, you probably would've laughed it off. So you start asking around. Pretty soon, you keep spotting the same car following you. Now you're intrigued. Who is this Jon guy? Someone wants you looking into him, and someone isn't happy that you are. One of your old pals Marlow, told you to meet him here, at this crummy diner. Said for half the score he could crack your case wide open. He also said he'd be here an hour ago. Suddenly, he bursts through the door. He's drenched from the rain. "WE GOTTA GET OUTTA TOWN OR WE'RE DEAD!
Make your choice
