Yeah,
I keep a file on myself!! What's it to yah? I figure, should one of my homicidal admirers succeed in sending me to that
big detective agency in the sky, at least the facts will be kept straight somewhere.
So here are the facts: Italian-Irish
mother, a dancing-girl by profession, who died giving birth to my brother, William, my only sibling. British (with a capital
B) father who got disowned by his wealthy family when he married my mother. When the stock market to a nose-dive a few years
back, my father re-an-acted the dive from his 20th floor office window. My brother William and I don't speak.
So much for family.
Me, I heeded my country's
call to take down the bad guys and lied about my age so I could fight in the Great War. Like so many other young bozos, I
thought the War was an easy way of winning fame and glory and the occasional medal. I was one of the lucky ones. I got some
medals...
After the war, I strangely enough, still believed in right and wring, so I joined the Cobb City police department. I wanted
to again fight the "good fight". What a sucker I was. The crooks and gangsters were paying off nine outta ten cops
to look the other way. The few honest ones had to fight both the system and the crooks. I got sick of my officers telling
me who I could and couldn't go after, so I quit.
