As you walk down the street from your apartment on the wrong side of the tracks you notice a crowd. You walk up to the crowd of people and notice a guy in front of a cardboard box playing blackjack. The dealer seems like an out of Towner, a person that doesn't belong here. You wait to play a few games, hoping to win a few out this sucker.

After a few minutes you walk and before you even say a word you put 40 grand up on the table. The guy looks at you and deals the cards and waits for you to make a move. As you flip over your card to take a peek it, there is a note "Help save my life, help save my crew. I was sent here to find you". You slowly look up as you ask for another card.

Not even a minute after reading the note you hear several gunshots. In no time at all the dealer and his guards are dead. You look around you and see people in the street panicking and running for shelter. You think the targets have been hit, you grab the note and walk away, quickly around the block and hop into your limo.

As you get back to the club, you hang your jacket up and put your note away and head to bed, you plan to get to work first thing in the morning. You walk up to the sound of a newspaper hitting your front door step. As you pick up the newspaper off your front door step you see the front page.

"Last night a triple murder took place. Three people where gunned down last night, police said. The killer is still on the loose and we have only started our investigation, we know there are people who seen what happened and we would like them to come forward."

As you put on your suit, and grab your suitcase you wonder how the blackjack known you or even if the killers are out to get you. Well...you leave you house, hoping to ask some questions and get some good answers. You don't have a choice but to ask some questions, you have to make sure your ass is safe.

hey kid i will hlep yea you just got to stick with me

Faces appear to loom on your travels and numerous offers to "assist" you come, but none without a price. Who can you trust, the police are in their pockets and there are watchers everywhere.

At the corner of an alleyway, a woman leans smoking a cigarette, she tips it up as if offering a greeting. You hear the sound of a car stopping before she flicks her ash and nods to the vehicle behind you as a door opens and two men come to "escort" you in. 

The woman smirks and turns down the alley, her heels clacking as she goes.

Standing in the darkness

Come back Casper I still have so many questions.

The woman turns her head to the disembodied voice, not even surprised.

"If you have questions, you'll have to come with me. Come come, I have a very busy schedual to keep."

Goes with Casper

How can you "assist" me?

Lifts a brow to the question.

"In all truth honey, I'm not that kinda lady. But If you need directions I'm sure I can assist you on how to find someone. I know the ladies down the street have quite the repertoire of delights if that's what you're after. Other than that, you'll have to be specific with what exactly you want to ask."

Casper smirks and cocks her head awaiting a response.

With all due respect, I'm not the one that said could help and then just took off.

"It was the manner in which you asked for help, I thought you to be asking me more as if I were a lady of the night, that I am not. What could I help you with, then?"

Casper drops her cigarette and snuffs it out with the toe of her stilletto.