Clients hire me to find dirt. And I find it, which shouldn’t surprise them, but it does. Knowing it’s real means they gotta make a decision. One, do something about it. Or two, keep denying it. Shoot the messenger. Tell me I’m getting off on ruining their already s****y lives. Option two rarely pans out.
Chasing your dreams can be deadly. Especially when a creep with a science hard-on promises to make them real.
Being inside someone’s house is like being inside their head. I can find everything they’re proud of and everything that they want to hide.
A hero would have you locked up for soliciting murder. A vigilante would beat the s*** out of you. Now which one am I?