Clarkson Buxton always got his man. He had a fairly rough life as the Police chief and decided after 10 years of service at the age of 35, it’d be good to get some alone time but still do the things he loved – stopping crime.<br/>Clarkson was a medium built guy that generally wore formal clothing such as suits. He had black hair, brown eyes and sarcastic personality to boot.<br/><br/>Turns out that becoming a PI was more of handful than originally intended but he still enjoyed it.<br/>Clarkson looked around his office. It wasn’t too flashy but was definitely great for what he needed. At his desk in the centre of the office was a window to his right which provided a great view of New York City in its evening life. Hundreds of people going home from work.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Surely one of those people are in need of some sort of investigating..</span><br/>He was getting worried. It had been a week and a half without a case which meant no cash. This also meant his girl Anya would also be on his back for not taking her to dinner.<br/>Anya, the girl in the red dress that just knew how to get to a man with her long, slim sexy legs, a voice as soft as silk and sparkling eyes that rivaled the stars above. Clarkson smiled at this thought.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Clarkson you fool you. Is love the only thing on your mind? </span><br/>He was meeting her tonight so he thought he better get ready. He got up from his desk and walked over to his closet with his Suits and formal wear all hung up neatly. As he was selecting his clothes for the night, a knock echoed through the office door.<br/><br/>“Come in” Clarkson said with a surprise. He thought that it was the end of the day and no customers would be coming in.<br/>A man opened the door and walked in closing the door behind him.<br/>The man looked nervous. He obviously had something on his mind, then again why else would you be in a PI Office?<br/>He was a short, chubby man that had face resembling a rat. He wore a trench coat and hat that he took off when he came inside.<br/><br/>“You’re Clarkson? Clarkson the Private Investigator?” The man asked in a desperate sounding voice.<br/>Clarkson smiled. “The one and only. And you are?”<br/>“My name is Craig. Craig Hood” Craig said as he held out a hand for Clarkson to shake. Grabbing his hand to shake Clarkson looked up at Craig. “And how may I be of service today Mr. Hood? Damsel in distress? Lost puppy? Wife stealing your...”<br/>“I think that’s quite enough Mr Buxton, I am here on some serious matters. I assume you’ve read the paper for this morning? My daughter Annabel has passed away.” Clarkson put his serious face on and picked up the paper that sat next to him.<br/>“Yes yes, she committed suicide from what the police say.” Craig looked at him, surprised he was talking so casually about such a thing.<br/>“Yes well, you see Mr Buxton, I believe she did not commit suicide. I believe she was murdered! My daughter would never go as far to kill herself despite the situation.” Craig started pacing the room back and forth in front of Clarkson’s desk while Clarkson took a seat. Craig continued. “The papers say she jumped out of the hotel building on 67 Firth Street. Top floor! Ludicrous I tell you!”<br/>Clarkson started to mull things over in his head, stroking his chin. “Is there anything that you tell me or show me to give an indication that this was a murder?”<br/>“There is one thing,” Craig started to say as he dug into his trench coat pockets. He pulled out a card. It didn’t look out of the ordinary. Just a normal card that read: Dave Manson, owner and operator of The Badger Bar 114 Prit Street. The Badger bar had quite the reputation for being a bar full of alcoholics, rough people and loan sharks.<br/>“Ah I see, so you think that something happened at this bar?”<br/>Craig took a seat facing Clarkson. “Yes, there is no way she would have killed herself. I just don’t believe it.”<br/>Clarkson looked up at Craig. He was fairly desperate.<br/>“My fees are $100 per day and a $100 starter fee. I’ll need that $100 now to ensure future payments.” Craig got up and looked somewhat relieved. He pulled his wallet out and gave the $100 to Clarkson.<br/>“Now Mr Hood, I’ll need to take a look at that Hotel room, but first I have to go meet my Cinderella and take her out to dinner. I’ll contact you tomorrow, you have a card for yourself?”<br/>Craig pulled out his card and handed it over.<br/>Clarkson took the card with a big grin on his face. When Clarkson got more than $10 in his pocket he smiled all over.<br/>“Until tomorrow Mr Hood.”