Well, you see, Damien had a decent life, had as in the past tense; he doesn't have one anymore. He fell victim to the ignorance of the general public and decided to use this new exciting concept called credit. (Credit is when you buy something from a store without paying money for it because you borrowed money from the bank. You are supposed to pay the bank back later). He always thought that he could pay off his credit later, but soon his habit of overspending sent him spiraling down into debt. Because of various inheritances from family members, some he knew and some he didn't, he was able to get out of debt unscathed, but others weren't as fortunate. His fellow competitors got caught up in the 20,000 business failures leaving him, by 1932, the only private investigator on his side of town.
No one wanted to hire a private investigator anymore and he understood why. Would you rather hire a PI or have food for a day?
One gloomy evening, Damien was looking down at his bills for electricity and water when he heard the door creak open.
"Hello? Anyone here? I'm looking for a fellow named Damien Torres."
The man looked old, around 50. He was wearing a nice clean suit with silver cufflinks. Definitely rich.
"How can I help you, sir?" Damian asked, standing up to allow the other man to sit down in his only chair. The man was startled; he was not expecting New York's best private investigator to look so... poor. The man introduced himself as Richard Walker, the CEO of Moonlight Media, the biggest movie industry in America. He explained his dilemma to Damien.
His son, Clyde Walker, ran away from home. It wasn't the first time, according to Mr. Walker, but he would always return within three days. The son hasn't been home in a week and Mr. Walker is worried someone might have mugged him. Damien never accepted a missing person case before because he doesn't know how to find people.
"Sorry, sir. I've never taken a case like-"
"I'll pay you $1000 upfront."
Damien stood there, gawking at him. "On- one- one thousand dollars!?" he squawked. Mr. Walker nodded, grinning. Damien took the case without giving it a second thought.
Mr. Walker gave him a general description of Clyde and his address. He left the office, pleased with the outcome of his visit while Damien stood there wondering, "How in the world am I going to find Clyde Walker in New York City?"
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The Mysterious Disappearance of Clyde Walker
Mystery / ThrillerA private investigator, who was well off before the Great Depression, is now struggling to make ends meet. He gets a case from a film industry tycoon that he can't ignore because of the pay. His investigation leads him to discover hidden truths of t...
