<lora:1930s noir:1.0> Two men, Jonas Watcher and Lieutenant Sanders, were standing away from the docks in the background on a sidewalk. It h...

From the last chapter of "The Case of The Running Bag"- "I can't keep calling you, Lieutenant," I said, "what's your first name?" "David," he said. I stopped and stood, looking at him. He paused and turned. He walked back to where I was standing. I held out my hand. "Hi David, My name is Jonas, and I'm going to be a Private Investigator in your fair city," I said. He looked at me, then at my hand, and then back at me, just like Mr. Smith had done. Then he took my hand in a firm but non-bone-crushing grip. "David, I'm hungry; you want to get something to eat?" I asked "Pancakes," he suggested. "Yeah," I replied. "You're going to be a pain in my posterior, aren't you?" he asked. "Probably," I said He started looking around. "Do you hear women laughing in the distance?" he asked. I just smiled.