Sierra
" Tell me, will you be able to get me what I want," I asked the burly-looking man in front of me. Snakes was his name. He was bald with black eyes with an intimidating face. He was a private investigator who looked at anything you could ask for. Rumour has it that he can find anyone in the world, no one can be hidden from him. Don't ask me how because I don't know and I don't give a damn. Right now we are at a dingy-looking cafe in the slums. I had to come here so no one would recognize me. I had a black scarf over my head and a pair of Ray Barn shades. I had on a two-piece suit that is also back in color.
" Provided you give me a name, last name, or even a picture, I'll surely get you the information you need," he replied sipping a cold drink. I didn't get anything because this
