case #777

<sub>it was a hard rain falling on the street that night
the kind of rain thatll make ya rethink your career path
your choices…heck even your whole life

here i am standing on the corner at 12:33 am
with nothing but a loaded revolver and hunch
drenched to my bones and asking myself why…
why didnt i take up tailoring instead? upholstery? mechanics?
why didn’t i stay home with the wife and kids?

why?
well, ill tell ya
because…
im a private eye.

zak arias the name,
justice is the game.

and this latest case takes every ounce of gusto, hutzpah, and wherewithal a fella can possibly mustah

now ive been around the block more than a few times
ive seen things thatd make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck
ive rumbled with every kind of criminal, crook, and culprit,
robber, rogue, and racketeer,
scoundrel, swindler, villain, filcher, pilferer, shyster, and knave,
miscreant, hoodlum and hooligan there is.
so believe me when i tell ya,
ive cracked more cases than you can bat your peepers at.

but this…this is the ultimate case.
case number 777.

i knew from the get-go this werent no regulah gig.
soon as the dame stepped in my office i sniffed something great.
“this is the big time, zak”, i says to myself.
sure enough, i was right.

she tells me its a matter of immediate importance
that requires my utmost confidence

which i, of course, provide,
being the most consummate of professionals.

then she says shes here on the highest authority.
“whose authority?” i says.

and you would ya guess what she told me?
she says, “God.”

i picked my ears to make sure i hoid it right.
i didnt have time to interrogate before she said it again.

“God sent me.”

“well…” i says, straightening my tie,
putting out my cigarette and fetching my snub nose from the desk...
“i guess i betta get to it.”</sub>