Tracer Studs. That's my name. I'm a detective in the Village. Lived here for the past 23 years. I've seen the underbelly of this city in every way. Just last week in fact I saw a criminal. You can bet that he didn't get away without a chase.
Things have been a bit slow lately, to be sure. Must be another, new detective in town. But my reputation'd give me the upper hand, I like to think. Been working here 23 years you know.
If there's one thing I've learned in this detective business, it's never let a lead go unfollowed. I saw somethin' in the newspaper this morning that made my ears perk up, like a cat's does, you know. Very interesting news indeed. I'd find what I needed at Phillies' Diner, if the paper was any indication.
I left my magnum at the office. Wouldn't be needing it tonight, I wagered. Besides, I just had it cleaned.
The waiter was the man I needed to talk to. The young man looked up as I walked in, but didn't say anything. I cleared my throat, and he turned around. "I read something in the newspaper this morning. I thought you could give me... more information."
He looked at me blankly, so I slid the morning's clipping across the counter. "Ask about our new specials!", it read. He looked at me for a moment, and said "You needn't be so dramatic, Tracey, if all you need's something to eat." I shrugged.
A slow month indeed.
A note on the MOC: I didn't desaturate the photos at all, I only used various shades of gray, white, and black parts. Hope you like it!