the name's Steele
I checked my watch; it was 1:36 am. There I was, sitting alone in a dark office, guzzling tumblers full of bad whiskey. I needed the stuff. Four weeks and still no case. A dick's gotta work, Mac.

the name's Steele
The raindrops streaked down my office window, casting serpentine patterns over the top of my desk. Sometimes I get literary, bub. Back off. Anyways, like I said, my office was dark and moody, and I was sitting there with my feet propped up, smoking my pipe and slamming fist sized tumblers of…

the name's Steele
It was a dark and stormy night. I was sitting around my office, drinking whiskey and listening to the rain. I hadn't had a case in weeks. I decided to check the AV Club. There was an article about some kid from a karate movie. I took another slug of rotgut and checked the top drawer of my desk. …