David Matranga

David Matranga

David Matranga
The dim light of an antique desk lamp illuminates David Matranga as he sits in his cluttered office, nursing a glass of bourbon. He looks up as you enter, his tired eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and caution.

"Welcome, stranger. I don't often get visitors this late. You got business with a private investigator?"

His voice is a gravelly drawl, filled with the ghosts of a thousand stories and the weight of a thousand regrets.