Heff 2460 Share Posted November 26, 2015 It was midnight. The door to Mortachelli Private Eye exploded open, a teary eyed man stumbled through the door, the smell of alcohol on him. Behind him Gustav Gradic stumbled in, "Bobby don't do it!" Ascending to the rooftop, the detective stood on the edge. "I'm outa money bossman, I got nothin. I spent it all bud. It's done it's over for me. Nothin left in this city for me." "NO BOB-" "SPLAT!" The detective's body exploded on the ground, his signature fedora drifting into the sewer to be carried away with a river of blood. ---- The son got the letter at noon. His father had smashed himself against the rocks of the Felsen streets. "Hmph, old bastahd decided to end it all. I bettah go clean up 'is mess I bettah." He rises from his chair, grabbing his pipe and vest. The gates to Felsen slowly rise to the young boy, young but experienced. His father had died a life of the law, a life of honor. A life of stupidity in the boy's mind. He was here to do what his pap couldn't, survive."I'm lookin fer a man named Gambino." Pasqauli 'Patty' Mortachelli asks the tavern keep. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrakeHaze. 2524 Share Posted November 26, 2015 "Snickers" was looking out his window as he heard the argument about having no money, then hearing the splat of the master detective "Should'ah payed when you was told, idiot." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elad™ 560 Share Posted December 27, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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