Episode 1 - the story of Bo Wring Mann

I am a private investigator, better known as a P.I. My being a P.I. makes me the 14th male member of the family that submerged himself into a world of crime... my great great grandad borrowed 10 million from the clerk at the bank of India (at knifepoint) in 1865, my great grandad borrowed my great great grandad's entire loot and fled here in 1866, my grandad bought the house with the inheritance he obtained from his father's unfortunate death in 1920, my dad persuaded by grandad to sell the house and invest the money in my dad's name, my brother is a lawyer (no elaboration necessary here), and now... i'm a P.I.

Everyone has that dream that P.I.s lead exciting lives. That every now and then some gorgeous blonde would burst through his office door, dragging on a fag with a hat pulled down over her eyes in that mysterious sultry manner, throwing herself at the P.I. and begging for his help. I still cling on to that dream, for there is nothing else. I have sat right here, in this 3 wheeled chair in my office with no door, for 2 months, and the most exciting thing that happened was trying to solve the dissappearance of my goldfish.

2 months into the job and my phone had rung 7 times. 6 of them, it was the phone company telling me my bills were overdue. The last time it was the wrong number. I was just starting to think i'd gotten into the wrong line when it happened. It rang.

"Is this the AAA Private Investigators?"

His voice was hoarse. Sounded like another reminder to pay my bills by another one of the telephone company guys who smoke too much.

"yeah, this Mann speaking."

"I... I need your help." he said.

I perked up at the hope of finally doing some business, for real.

"How much do you charge for a job, $5,000?"

I almost fell off my chair. The first job i had ever done and this guy was offering me my imaginary child's education. I picked up my pen and took a deep breath to hide my enthusiasm.

"That's what the last guy gave me." I thanked God for the persuasive skills i inherited from my dad. "what's the problem?"

and that's where it all began...