Chapter One, paragraph 3: Guy Steel, PI

Time passed in sweaty bordom and sleep until dusk made a welcome entrance. Guy set out the tools of his trade then showered to wash away the nightmares every sleep brought. Clean but never shaven he grabbed a fifth of cougar and his bag of tricks and headed for the door. He hesitated at the front door before existing by the rear. He still wasn't sure he'd smoothed over the problems of the last cheap job for a cashed up client who didn't like the truth. He'd learned back in the Force that you had to know when to move in the shadows when money came after you.