Comic noir expressionism, femme fatale and the creeping shadow menace

It was a job. And like all the lucrative jobs it involved being out in the rain, in the sort of places where rain only disturbs the worst smells. My client was a creep, so no real change from normal there; they all seem to think that a female gumshoe comes with added benefits as you might say. I dissuade them gently the first time they try; I only break one finger.