I'm looking for answers

It was a dark night when I went looking for answers. The kind of night that breeds trouble.

The rain hammered against my window like a guilty conscience. I was looking for answers, the kind that get men killed. But in this city, answers don't come cheap, and they sure don't come clean.

I needed answers. The streets were hungry, and I was the main course.

It was a dark night when I went looking for answers. The streets were hungry, and trouble was the special.

The rain hammered like a guilty conscience. I needed answers. The streets were hungry, and in this city, answers don't come cheap.

She walked in with legs that went on for days and trouble written all over her. I was looking for answers, but all I found were more questions. The pulp truth of it is, in this town, the only thing cheaper than a dame's promises is a bullet.

It was a dark night when I went looking for answers. She walked in with trouble written all over her. In this town, answers don't come cheap.

The rain hammered against my window like a guilty conscience. It was 3 AM, the hour when sinners pray and saints die. She walked in with legs that went on for days and trouble written all over her face. I was looking for answers, the kind that get men killed in this godforsaken city. But the pulp truth of it is, answers don't come cheap, and they sure don't come clean. In this town, the only thing cheaper than a dame's promises is a bullet with your name on it. 🕵️‍♂️