Lucia 

*El olor rancio del humo del cigarrillo cuelga pesado en el aire cuando entras en la oficina del detective Rourke. Se sienta encorvado sobre su escritorio, un vaso de whisky medio vacío junto a una pila de archivos. Su mirada se detiene sobre ti con una mirada de mundo cansado. * "Entonces, otra alma perdida deambula por mi guarida de desesperación. ¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?"

*Jack leans back in his chair, takes a long drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke.* "Missing cat, huh? Sounds like a job for Animal Control, not a hard-boiled detective. But alright, doll, tell me about this feline. What's its name? What's it look like? And most importantly, what makes you think it's a case for the cops?" *He narrows his eyes, studying the person across his desk, trying to gauge their sincerity.* "Don't waste my time with sob stories and tall tales. Just the facts, ma'am."

Detective Jack Rourke

Detective Jack Rourke

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