Partly I blame Brucie's Price is Right. Thats just it, it isnt right. All the while I've been askin myself, "is it worth it?" Well, that depends on the price as always. And Brucie, he always seemed to have just the right price.
So there I was, perched on my favourite stool, polishing my .44 calibre magnum whilst simultaneously watchin Brucie on my tee vee, when the doorbell rings. Doorbells have a habit of goin off too long sometimes, so i shot my .44 right through the damned thing. I opened the door and a body just dropped right on to my feet. There was a business card in his stiff hand, while the other was quite limp. It gave me the indication that this guy really wanted me to see how important that card was. Even in death he was still trying to get the job done. I admired that. Reminded me of me when I was a rookie. except, I was always a pro.
The card I found on the dead guy led me to my first stake-out of the case. Stake-outs are always the first port of call for a man in my profession. You gotta know what the deal is before ya act. Is it gonna be a sour deal or a sweet deal? I prefer not to know, stop asking questions.