[Prologue]
"Yeah.... Just some private dick. Got himself shot, the stupid bastard. I swear... Some guys'll do anything for a buck..."
It's all I can do to keep myself from leaping out of bed and socking that damn orderly. Well... The agonizing pain from three bullet wounds and the IV in my arm may be doing their share in the effort to keep me lying here. But still. That bastard don't know the whole story. Hell, most people probably never will.
But I'm straying from the point. Blame the pain medication they're pumping into me- it's doing a number on my brain.
I know, I know. You're probably wondering, What the hell am I doing here, listening to the drug-induced rambling of some Chinese guy lying on a hospital bed?
The name is Chang. Chang Wufei. Private detective and defender of Justice.
Also, private detective who somehow always manages to get himself into more trouble than he deserves.
I run Nataku Detective Agency here in L.A.. It's a tough life, being a private detective. Not everyone can handle it. But I can.
In any case, it was a Monday. You know how awful Mondays can be. Well, at first this Monday seemed like just a normal depressing start to a too-long week. But Fate was obviously thinking otherwise.
It all began when Relena Darlian walked into my office....
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Far away and yet quite near, a pair of lips curved into a smile and began the countdown.
"...five..."