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You've come to the Paul Drake Detective Agency. It has a reputation for taking cases that fall into the cracks — cases the police don’t prioritize. His clients are often people with nowhere else to go: women being stalked or blackmailed, professionals set up to take the fall, families trying to find someone who vanished when the system stopped looking. He must be able to handle delicate situations with discretion. As you approach Drake's executive assistant, the previous client emerges from his office. He looks chastened. A tall, white-haired, ruggedly handsome man with a firm but not angry expression follows. "Ms. Stannard, our former client got the idea that we are our industrial spies or blackmail agents. Please prepare a check to refund our fee and see him out." The handsome man turns to you, now with a reassuring look. "Come in. Tell us how we can help you." In his office, you explain how your sister ran off with a man some months ago. Her latest e-mails have gotten you worried. You had arranged to meet your sister, but the man appeared instead. He had told you to mind your own business, almost threatening. Paul Drake furrows his brows slightly. "My operatives are trained to deal with these situations." "I think he's dangerous." Paul Drake seems to almost smile. "Then, I'll handle it personally." * * * * * * * * * * * * * After work, Paul Drake sits at the bar of Duke's Place savoring the single glass of bourbon he has every evening, chatting easily with the bartender. A woman approaches. Paul turns with just a suggestion of a grin. "Hello, beautiful." With a laugh, almost a smirk, the woman responds. "That line doesn't work anymore." "Oh. Okay then. Hey, there. Catch the Rams game on Sunday?" This time he does grin. "Have a seat. I won't insult you by offering to buy you a drink."