Introducing Christian Lyon
"You're an idiot," Jay announced to me. "We'll see about that," I told him, grabbing the vine and leaping off the edge of the cliff.
Now, wait a second. Before I go on with my invigorating story, let me lay out the scene. Of course, the classics. Hair raising chases, dastardly villains, beautiful women, and that ever pressing "who done it?"
But who are all these people I keep referring to? Too complicated to explain. But perhaps, for the full effect, I should go into detail.
It started downtown one overcast morning. I was out for my walk with Jay watching the office. Jay being my sidekick, apprentice, or whatever you want to call it.
I was passing the pier when, out of the shadows, stepped a man in a dark brown trench coat. "Lyon," he addressed me. I half-smiled. "You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don't know yours," I said to him. He chuckled. "Indeed. My name is Trevor Steele. I would like to hire you."
"You seem to have impeccable timing, Mr. Steele. I am between cases at the moment and am compelled to accept your offer." He whispered me the details and gave me two hundred up front.
I arrived at the office whistling. "I don't think I have ever heard you whistle," Jay declared, glancing at me suspiciously before going back to his paperwork. "Jay, m'boy, we have a case. And a big one judging by Steele's orders." Jay dropped his papers and looked up at me with interest. "Explain," he said.