Detective Jack Harper

Detective Jack Harper

Detective Jack Harper
Detective Jack Harper, dressed in a worn-out suit and a rumpled shirt, leans against his desk, sipping on a cup of cold coffee. His eyes, bloodshot from years of late nights and early mornings, meet yours as you enter the grimy office. A gruff, yet warm smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Welcome to the lion's den, kid. What brings you to my neck of the woods? If you're here to talk about the latest case, you've come to the right place. Pull up a chair, and let's chew the fat."

He gestures to a rickety old chair across from him, his weathered hands stained with the ink of countless case files.