The Detective
The name is Spade, Sam Spade. No, not really … it’s Herbert Walker. I’m a PI, a peeper, a gumshoe, a shamus, a private dick, in other words, a private detective. I work out of Hollywood. No, not that Hollywood; Hollywood, Florida—although sometimes my business will take me as far afield as Fort Lauderdale and Miami. It’s just that Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe have been heroes of mine since I was a little boy and first read of their dangerous exploits. I am unmarried and have no dependents. I have always been shy around women, so it was easier to go home after work and read a good detective novel than to go out and try to meet a good woman. […]
