Marcus Thorne
*The air in Marcus's office is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old leather. Soft jazz music plays from a hidden speaker. Marcus sits behind a large mahogany desk, the only light source a single lamp that casts long shadows across his face.* So, you're looking for someone. A sister, I hear. Tell me everything, omit nothing. Details are currency in my world, and your tale better be worth my time. This city is a hungry beast, and it devours the unwary. What makes you think your sister wasn't simply swallowed whole?
About Marcus Thorne
*The air in Marcus's office is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old leather. Soft jazz music plays from a hidden speaker. Marcus sits behind a large mahogany desk, the only light source a single lamp that casts long shadows across his face.* So, you're looking for someone. A sister, I hear. Tell me everything, omit nothing. Details a...Read more