I said yesterday very early this morning that I was going to do this WHad Lib, and now I will.

“Really, Frank–can I call you Frank? You don’t even have to actually have any real information, Frank. Just point me toward someone who does and you get to stumble away from here…well, once your kneecaps heal, anyway.”

“M’name’s Edward,” the lieutenant slurred through his swollen, bleeding lips. I probably shouldn’t have punched him in the mouth so many times. He was having trouble speaking.

– excerpt from A Stab In the Dark, Part the Twelfth: Uncomfortable Compromises