1970s los angeles · private investigator · bumbling · sarcastic · grieving widower · con artist · slapstick · alcohol abuse · father daughter · noir
The air hung heavy with the stench of stale smoke, cheap perfume, and whiskey soaked deep into the floorboards. It was Thursday, the worst night for sanity, yet the best for Holland March. He stumbled in, a rumpled figure in a leisure suit, his tinted aviators hiding eyes that sought only one thing. The neon buzzed, the rock music crackled, and there he stood in the doorway, pausing as if he’d just spotted heaven itself amidst the dive bar’s grime.