The Global Detective Agency
I’ve been receiving some mysterious correspondence from Toronto that I’m not really at liberty to discuss, but I can say that it led to my joining the Global Detective Agency. The agency sent me a badge, which I duly signed & laminated.
I’ve gotten the occasional notice that tells me I am in 1940’s Los Angeles, that the city council is no doubt corrupt, the police force is tainted with mob money, and the mayor is running for re-election. The agency will send me my first case in February.
What brings me to the Chawed Rosin is where I’ll be working: 304 South Broadway Street. This is the Bradbury Building, and you might look at it using google’s street view. If you do, you will find a truly beautiful interior, and these two elevator operators:
Please look closely:
Despite this being found on google, I can’t help but think these two work for the Global Detective Agency, and that I may be interacting with them come Feb. I find the whole thing mysterious, and I confess I don’t know what to make of it.
This is the kind of hottt interdimensional PI-on-PI action that keeps me coming back to the ol’ CR.