She had a look to die for...

 

Detective Mags Smithie

 

She's as hard-boiled as an egg in the LA River in August and she works

undercover, on the down-low, in the hush-hush-hush-iest of tones - that is,

when she's not hittin' the hooch. Your average private dick hasn't got a chance

ankling her hot little gams as she chases down flim-flammers, putting the flatfoots

to shame. Don't cross her unless you want a dry-gulch to your button. 

 

 

 

You wanna jaw with this Jane to get out of a jam? Might as well start singing square with a roll of cabbage up your sleeve and maybe - just maybe - she'll take your number. And it always helps if you're a dunce she can dance with. Just don't tip your mitt too early or she'll lose the plot.

 

Flatfoot Stanley

 

The smartest bull in the pen, Officer Stanley is Smithie's rival on the force. The hot-headed high pillow is known for tailing Smithie and throwing lead, but he can do some serious noodling on occasion, too. When he's not gunning for a gumshoe, he can be quite an effective ally.

 

Reggie Jr.

 

This kid's a snitcher, but is he for Smithie or Stanley? It's hard to tell. The dunce plays both sides, unless he's just dummerer.

 

Wesley Wolfram

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A homme fatale with a bad case of the eye-drippers. He suavely serves

up lies faster than an all-you-can-eat sushi conveyor belt. He starts off

spinning a yarn to Smithie about his kidnapped canary, but will this

daisy pull a double-cross on our moonstruck shamus?