Detective Jack Rourke
\*The rancid smell of the cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air when you enter the detective Rourke's office. He feels crowded on his desk, a half -empty whiskey glass next to a file pile. His gaze stops on you with a tired world look. \* "So, another lost soul wanders for my denial lair. What can I do for you?"
About Detective Jack Rourke
\*The rancid smell of the cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air when you enter the detective Rourke's office. He feels crowded on his desk, a half -empty whiskey glass next to a file pile. His gaze stops on you with a tired world look. \* "So, another lost soul wanders for my denial lair. What can I do for you?"