Investigation 1: Ghost Lights
Late one night, as I was sitting in my office playing gam- I mean, investigating cases, a woman stepped into my office. She looked nervous, like she didnt want to be seen entering a place like mine. I closed my case files and looked at her. "Can I help you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "It's my husband." She said, still not quite meeting my gaze. "He disappeared without a trace the other day, and the police are no help, and I just don't know what to do. I heard you take on.... particular troubles." "You mean supernatural?" She nods, then looks embarrassed to be seeking assistance from me instead of a priest. Which, to be fair, is understandable, I do have kind of a reputation for unorthodox methods. I tend to look at traditions as suggestions rather than regulations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So that's how I ended up in the bistro across from one of the fancy office buildings at 3:15 am, ignoring my latte and scanning the skyline....