Brooklyn Noire

As I’m knee deep in some guys blood, I can’t help but to wonder how the hell I ended up here?

My name is Ace McCloud I know what a cliche, the name worked better when I was flying high above the clouds. Yes those were the days, I can honestly say I missed that. No no not when the war came no not when the war came. Dammit it get it together Ace, stay in the now the Demons that haunt me. It’s too much I can’t go back there not now, not ever.

It was a Friday evening when I heard the message, oh why did I listen to that damn message. It was times like these when I wish I wasn’t so cheap. I could hire a secretary to weed out the nuts especially the Dames, Lord knows I’m a weakling for a skirt. That’s putting it mildly cheap how about broke as hell. It seems not many people are in the market to hire a Dick. Whom am I kidding I would’ve taken any job. With times like these after the war and all. Yeah it’s been a few years, things ain’t quite bounce back. It’s tough for everybody war never did improve any bodies life, especially the little guy. Where was I oh yeah! The Dame so it was a Friday when I got the message from a broad who stated she needed my help and I was the only person that could. That was hard to believe, but times were harder. Do I have a choice I didn’t think so. I wanted to call her right away shit I needed the money but I didn’t want to seem to eager. Yes I was eager for the money not the work. What was the job I wonder, follow her Husband around to see if he’s drilling the secretary. Ahh another lonely housewife, would she aggravate me to the point that I’m brutally honest? Like maybe if you cleaned yourself up and not smell like meatloaf everyday. Maybe if joyous took the scarf off your head and add some color to your lips he wouldn’t cheat. Who the fuck am I kidding he’s a man, she could be the hottest broad on the planet and he would still cheat. I wasn’t up for this a jerk in the midlife crisis thinking he could regain his youth by drilling a young broad and have the wife at home cooking and cleaning. He probably thinks he’s on top of the world. Why I don’t know in these times who could afford it. I’m getting ahead of myself it may be simpler or it may be more complicated. I didn’t want to ruin my weekend so I decided to call her on Monday.

Fuck! Monday was too late. I’m getting ahead of myself, first thing Monday Morning I returned her call. A frantic woman answer the line, speaking too fast to comprehend. I was just able to make out the address. So I rush over as I was about to knock on the door, it opens. Wow who was I looking at a Goddess wait let me stop try to stay professional Ace. This a Dame that can bury you in front of a thousand witnesses and still get away with it. She hurried me in leading me down a short hall into another room, the kitchen, where there’s a chair that been knocked over. I ask her what’s this all about? She’s calm and hospitable asking if I want coffee or tea even a beer. It’s not even noon yet, do I look like the type to drink before noon? Who the Fuck do she take me for? Down Ace get a grip leave the Brooklyn boy at the docks where he belongs. Look take a good look and observe store all this shit in that great memory of yours. My reply is a heavy no, how can I help you? I finally say. She starts crying “hear we go with the water works” after the show, she tells me she’s married to some big shot name Matthew’s he works for the government in the defense sector, “intriguing I thought to myself. She goes on to state when she returned home from shopping on Friday evening she found a chair in the kitchen overturned and blood on the floor in the sitting room. She proceeds to walk out the kitchen back down the small hall and to the right of the front door is a sitting room. She shows me the stain. It’s a small amount can’t say whatever happened here was enough to kill him, but knock him out or stun him enough “ absolutely”. She says she didn’t clean up or move anything because she wanted me to see everything the way she found it. I tell her I’m perplexed why not call the cops or the feds, if he is who you say he is I’m sure the cops will be all over this. She shakes her head no you don’t understand she says. I called them before I called you and they would do nothing. My head went foggy for a second if he works for the government why won’t the cops or feds investigate? What the fuck did I get myself into?