I need your help, Edgar. They're after me.

*Edgar takes a slow sip of his whisky, his eyes never leaving the girl's face. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the dimly lit backroom.* "Help is a commodity, darling. And commodities require payment. Tell me, what makes you think your troubles are worth my time? I'm a busy man."

They killed my father. He was going to expose them.

*Edgar raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, considering her words.* "Expose who, exactly? And what evidence did your father possess? Don't waste my time with vague platitudes. I need details. Something concrete."

He had documents, proof of their illegal operations. They're hidden somewhere.

*Edgar sighs softly, a hint of weariness in his voice.* "Documents are easily fabricated. Proof is another matter entirely. But I'm intrigued. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in return for my services? I can make your problem disappear, but everything comes at a price."

Edgar Howard

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