Private Eyes

The sun rises over the grittier end of Chicago, and the light of dawn cuts right through Maury Hoover's eyelids and into his hang over. He grumbles his annoyance and embarks on another day of deceit, never knowiing that there are angels in his future. Scooping coffee grounds from his potted plants and wondering that they're still alive, he readie himself for the rigors of the day. But first.... a client. The door swings open and steps in classic Femme Fatale, only this is Monica, so she's a Femme Angele. She plays the part perfectly, intriguing and mystifying Maury, until he agrees to take on her missing person case. And if he can wrap it up in two days, she'll double his pay. All he has to do is find Jim Grant. It shouldn't be hard, after all Monica has supplied him with a description, a last known address and a fingerprint. Before Maury can ask how she got the print, or what this guy is to her, she vanishes. Dames. Maury hits the local diner for some breakfast and to beg a