"Thanks for coming to our showing tonight everyone, please make sure your parking is validated before you leave"

Another day done. Where I put on a mask and become the host on my favorite game show, family fued. Thats not my only job, im also a detective, the best detective, so good, no one knows i do it on the side. That goofy guy you see on the screen. Isn't me. Most don't know I have a gun in coat at all times. Ready for whatever. As I walk out the building in thought, I think about all the times, that I solved a crime. Better than sex. Which I have alot of. At least a few ties a week. Most of the time mo-

"Mr. harvey where will I be taking you"

"My house" - I say with a shagrin

This time alone, is all I have. Then I remember, I have to get to a dinner with a man whos giving me a new case.

"Go to texas roudhouse"

"Okay sir"

The drive there is filled with brightlights, hollywood sure does look good at night, the last case was a doozy, almost had to fight off some guards, I was scared, but my trusty piece and undeniable swagger. Some broad with blonde hair. The name I cannot remember, Too many cases, not enough time. She was lost. I found not to only be physically but mentally. She wanted to be gone. So I made it. Made her disappear into thin air. Sometimes that's my job. To get rid of them. Not my favorite part of the job. But you take what you can get. Granted I took it. I don't have to do this, but I will

We arrive at the restaurant, I gait to the door, my braggadocios swagger, gets eyes, I know there looking at me. I know they know me. It doesn't matter. Im here for one thing and one thing only. The case. Its all I care about. The case. What case is this gonna be. A murder? Is charlie sheens dog missing again? As soon as I begin speculating I get interuptte-

"He's in the back sir"

"who" - I say inquisitively

"The rock"

"A rock wants to see me" I give him one of my famous family feud reactions.

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"No, the rock, right over there"

I look towards the rock, thats him, Dwayne, and for some reason theres a empty seat right next to him. Water on the table and utensils means there is another  person there. But I can't see them. Where are they, if they are there. I walk over.

"Hello"

"Hello mr harvey" - The rock says with a smile, his pecs glistening in the lowlight, I could tell he had already poured water on himself, possibly increasing his power but why?

Why would he need his power increased. Does he intend to fight me, I put my hand on my piece, ready for anything.

"We need you for a lets say, a special assignment"|

"we?"

"Me and him" - Dwayne points towards his left

"Theres no one there" - I say confused contorting my face to stare into his soul

"John c'mon man, turn it off I know you think its cool to be invisib-"

"I can't just turn it off man, its apart of me, its in me."

"Then just come out"

"If people saw me they'd go crazy, I mean a rapper, wrestler, and all round good guy, you dont see it"

"You're right I dont see it" - I say downing my glass of whiskey suddenly a man appears behind me

"What'd you say"

I leap up gun in hand and smack in the face

"One wrong and the world has one less champ"

We stare at each other, tensely, his eyes locking with mine, sometimes moving downward to stare at my moustache.

"Should I shoot you, top ten answers on the boa-"

"STOP" - Dwayne says, slamming the table with enough force to break it into two.

We sit down, not saying anything to each other, but staring.

"Okay lets just get to business- He says sitting in front of now nothing

"I was hoping over dinner" - I say looking at the broken table as my moustache gives a nervous twitch

"its whatever, we need you, you see someone has killed joan"

"joan who"

"Joan rivers"

"How do you know"

"This note"

I look at the note, pondering, what, could it mean it said

SHE'S DEAD SHES FINALLY DEAD. I DIDN'T WANT THIS. SHE FORCED ME/

"What does this mean"

"I don't hoping you would tell me"

"Where'd you get it, how did I know you didn't write it" - I say curiously

"From joan, mailed to me, heres the envelop"

I scan all the neccessary info's there, but no return address, I can't decipher anything from this

"Intresting, do the cops know yet?"

"no" 

I think to myself all the possibility's, a disgruntled fan? a ex lover? It wasn't random, I knew that at least. No clues. I need to get out of here, get food, and go deeper.

"Im outta here"

"Bu-"

"Bye"

I rush out thinking, I have no way home, doesn't matter, nothing else matters, the game was afoot.