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Some say it's too noisy.

Too dangerous.

Too crowded.

And the air is not fit to breathe.

It's my city, and I guess it always will be my city.

Always has been.

My name's Dan McCord. I'm a private investigator.

It was cold and windy, like any November afternoon in the big town.

And I was on a case like any self-respecting private investigator.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a husband with a missing wife.

Sounds like a simple job for a Tuesday morning.

At least that's what I thought at the time.

The client's name was Anselm.

Richard Anselm.

Hi, honey.

Hello, sweetheart. How are you?

You're in bed early tonight.

Yeah, well, I've got a lot of work to do.

I've been really catching up on these briefs for the morning.

Oh.

No fun.

What do you mean, no fun?

Well...

I pay the rent here and stuff.

You know, I mean, good God, I've got to make a living somewhere.

You know, I need some adventure.

What do you mean, adventure?

What kind of adventure do you need?

You have plenty of adventure.

You do shopping every day.

Good God, what kind of an adventure do you want?

Not that sort of adventure.

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