The Date: September, 1947.
The Location: Outdoor café in the seedy lower French Quarter of New Orleans.
The Players: Private Eye Lucien Caye and a fine-looking redhead in a tight, black skirt and a red blouse. Each are seated at a different table.
The woman reaches up, taps down her sunglasses to peer over the top to gleek Lucien, who taps his own sunglasses down and gleeks her right back. Her name is Alice Grey and she wants to hire Lucien to find the man who murdered her uncle, a yellow cab driver. He quickly learns it isn’t as it seems as the woman beds him and he discovers there was no murdered cab driver. Alice changes her story, wants him to find her missing father. That story’s a phony too. What now, my love? Mounties? From Canada? What the hell do the Royal Canadian Mounted Police want?
