Contact Sam Cruise
Just another day at the Sam Cruise Detective Agency. I hear the staccato rattle of Daisy at the old typewriter in the outer office: the band in my head starts to tune up. I reach for a strong coffee. Pulling up the blind I look out of the grimy window into the street below. Ordinary people going about their ordinary business, unaware of the intrigues on their doorsteps. What do they know of the Fat Man, or the mysterious goings on at No.19?. Luscious Lana wiggles past, a sly smile playing across her ruby red lips. A gust of wind disturbs the garbage on the sidewalk.
And then the phone rings…