A colorfull day dimmed pitch black and white under the East Harlems smokey atmosphere and me shut in its hues, something normal of a man like me. Five families big and small and yet just because I had a dissagreement of how the arrangements were going on bam my wife dead. We were never the smart bunch during our time, I was working on a business trip and while I was gone the ground burned to a crisp you thought she was a different woman and only a few people knew. I knew because I was a detective at the time and turns out who it was was always something to do with our pasts, we made deals ... I made deals and ran from it ... she suffered. It was 22th of may 1924, and another day marking the dots and connecting them like a bingo card. Really gotta close all curtains and make it look like I am a busy man, if people notice I am taking my time solving and clearing my own cases people will suspect I have enough free time to solve their cases, after my first loss I really lost motivation except clearing my name, permanently against my family. I know its an excuse, but I know why and I know I'm waiting, what can you say the times not right. I got a secretary and we work thick and thin but really the one I am making these excuses for is her and her mood swings. 

That night the glass shards were broken from the inside out and none of the other rooms were affected only her. Even though there was a lighter it wasn't turned on meaning there was no way a fire happened or the whole place would go to a crisp and burn, a chemical burn, yes yes and only around my wifes body. Someone knew my wereabouts and I knew a certain someone had goons working for em especially my sibling almost my dopplegänger. 

Today was the 11th of june amost a month and my secretary was planning on coming back from the trip. How do I describe her, she's someone who sees the cup half full all the time. Her name's Marie and even though we been working together for a year I never stand her, she's always gotta act smarter than me and calls my but I work alone thing a "phase" I will grow out of. I started working alone because I had enough confidence in my abilities and back then I was a different man (a few weeks ago). During midnights I drink beer and have a laugh with buddies so Marie always calls me a one trick pony because what I like is the same old. Today was feeling defenceless so I ordered and went out for rootbeer, anybody was my enemy and I was afraid, almost felt scared like a woman at night warned not to go out alone. And yet she decides if I can get some time spent by myself at work or not. 

I sat there in the corner and looked like I just visited my first funeral (I did) and all I could smell was dust, plastic dust, carbon, or small small chunks of wood, really was out of my rocker. Everybody drunk from head to toe and while I sat there in the corner of my eye a small damsel was lookin through a mans bar and like I said before she has no clue of personal space even if it hit her. 

Just like that my time to brood ended and just like my wife she nags on and on about personal matters. I wouldn't mind a it was long time ago we met how nice to meet you but she blurts apologies and sorry's about my wife and her death. As well as talking about stocks and how since me not taking in clients probably meant I was taking a break we can start working again like before, and since our work has been slow, she was felt obliged to ask about my situation she says. I answered in short, a small damsel like you wearing a ponytail, a white and blue clothing style, and a dainty appearence with glasses shouldn't enter somewhere she can end up as someone elses dinner. I didn't wanna answer her so I bullied her to give me some space, but noo. 

I know what makes her tic, and every time she tic's I enjoy getting under her skin, because no way a temper like hers is becoming anyones dinner, she's too sour. She ends up saying words like, I didn't wear this makeup to go back home, I didn't wear my most presentable to go change and I didn't go to a mens bar just to leave, she says, I swear my ears were gonna bleed. 

All I had to answer her with is darling, I fired myself a long long time ago, I do cases I take, lady, and yet she only had only a few words to reply with, each and every time I see you, something about you is always on the news, don't you feel scared, if you wanna get fired then get fired, don't risk our company in your crossfire, the only words that could ever get too me. I guess I missed my wife enough to see her in her, but realizing that made me regret and apologize profusely, I wasn't myself and I needed time. 

Give me a week, I'll be out of your hair by then, and she said you're not in the right head space, I met men in my life, policemen, soldiers, they live shorter and shorter lives, nothing even a cigarr could do, atleast don't do it somewhere here, do it fast enough that people don't have time to react. All I could say was give me a week, and since a damsel isn't safe in these parts, I decided to walk her through the mist, the little HR girl couldn't protect herself even with only her personality. She was a friend.