Bogart leaned back, his eyes narrowing. He lived by a simple code: the world is always one drink behind. He knew that finding a missing person in this town was like trying to find a honest man in a den of thieves. But for a beautiful fox, he was willing to try.
"You're late, Bogart," Roy growled, flicking a cigarette into the dark water. Bogart Vol 01 No 01
The door creaked open, and in walked a fox—not a metaphorical one, but a literal, red-furred fox in a trench coat. She was looking for her sister, and Bogart, ever the gentleman, called her beautiful and took the case. Bogart leaned back, his eyes narrowing
"I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand tightening into a fist. "Now, where's the girl?" But for a beautiful fox, he was willing to try
He eventually found himself at the docks, where the fog was thick enough to carve. There, he met a man named Roy "Mad Dog" Earle, a gangster who looked like he’d seen better days.