"Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near.

Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again.

And maybe I'll say "Maybe"."

- The Ink Spots





The year is 1947. The name on the door is Nicolas P. Wilde, Private Investigator. Clients come to me for answers. Usually, ones they don't like. I find them with the help of my questionable circle of acquaintances and my Girl Friday lending a paw and taking dictation. These are our stories. (Assuming I survive them.)





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