Steamwork ParalixHgestor, PI
Hgestor wasn't the type of detective who the police would come to. He was the kind of detective that an old lady who'd lost her cat would come to. He didn't have a big break, he had small ones investigating a cheating partner or, if he was really lucky, he got to work on things to do with property or claims or...
It paid the bills.
But it wasn't his dream.
He’d always wanted to be a detective, just like the ones in film noirs. Men, hardened by all of the darkness they’d seen in their careers, pinching the ends of cigars, smouldering over their new dangerous case. They got it done. Everyone relied on them.
But Hgestor was someone with an addiction to the classic detective media and every single kind of coffee. His office wasn't cigar-smoky because he didn't smoke, it was just messy, and his assistant Calth griped at him all the time to fix up his paperwork, to update his records, but it got done just fine, thank you.
(Because Calth was doing it for him. And every time he had a day off, Hgestor would lament.)
It was an innocuous day when it happened. A chance blazed into his life.
Mysterious Thief sends Police Warning Letter!
Hgestor almost fell out of his chair, the newspaper shaking in his hands.
Mysterious thief.
After a little digging and questioning, he found out. This thief had been small-time up until now, but he'd sent a letter each time. A calling card.
His dream rushed back to meet him, dancing and sparkling.
He and the thief, facing each other in the midst of a dark museum, a perilous treasure between them, excitement and thrill--
This was it.
This criminal would be his be-all, end-all, the last shining hope to bring him to his true dream. His appearance, to Hgestor, was a godsend.
Everyone would know Hgestor after this!
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