Jack felt the cool breeze upon his face while he gazed at the night sky. He took one last puff of his cigarette, then flicked it into the street. He thought about kicking the habit, then thought that it wouldn’t matter because the atmosphere had become so polluted that even the healthiest person had a 50/50 chance of getting lung cancer. Jack looked up at the sign on the building which read “Jack Devoe, Private Investigator”. He hadn’t had any business in several days, and when he did it was usually stuff like helping people find their lost robot , or spying on someone’s cheating husband. Jack was aching for a real case, something he could sink his teeth into. He wanted some action, because in real life being a private detective was boring. It’s nothing like those old black and white movies, not exciting at all.
Things hadn’t always been this way, at one time Jack Devoe had been a hotshot detective, he was one of the best. He was a homicide detective for the Cyber City Police Department, until his temper cost him his job. It was the Cyber City slayer case, Jack had caught the guy. He started thinking about what the creep did to those women and just lost it. Billy Branson was his name, he was a harvester, you know the kind of thug that kills people to harvest their organs and sell them on the black market. The creep chose female victims because they were easy targets, they didn’t put up much of a fight. The man was a coward. To think that Branson did it all for money.
Anyway, Jack knew Billy Branson was guilty, so he beat the snot out of the scrawny bastard. Not only did the Police department get their pants sued off of them, but the case got thrown out, the defense convinced the jury that Jack tampered with evidence. So, that was the end of Jack Devoe’s Police career. He missed those days, back on the police force. Now he longed for the adventures of his past years. “What can you do?” He muttered to himself. He flicked his cigarette into the street and went inside.