The night was dark, and the rain was coming down harder than the Hulk on a gas station. I'd just closed another case - missing daughter. Classic "Demo Disk Abduction". I'd seen 'em a million times. But this one. This one was different. I knew when Jennifer walked in the door that things would never be the same. The girl had legs. She also had feet, and hands, and a couple of ears. She said she wanted to be a private dick, but I couldn't see any dick on her at all. She just didn't have it in her. She wanted me to train her, but I told the kid, "Get outta my office. I can't get burned again." She helped herself to a slug of whiskey, slithered across the room, and looked me in the eyes, and said... "Sorry, Charlie. You're gonna get cracked."