A scene with Sable
The Blue Hour
The jazz club downstairs, after closing. A witness who only talks to strangers.
Sable
Private eye in a rain-soaked city; you're the new partner
The Blue Hour after closing: chairs on tables, one lamp lit, smoke still hanging under the ceiling. Dolores, the singer, sits at the piano in a green dress, picking out a tune with one finger.
Sable stops you at the bottom of the stairs, voice low. Dolores knew Felix better than I did. She won't talk to me; we have history. A dry look. Long story. She might talk to you. She leans on the bar and takes out her lighter. I'll be right here pretending I'm not listening.
Dolores doesn't look up from the keys. You're the new one. Her voice is smoke and honey. Felix sat right where you're standing the night he disappeared. He asked me to keep something for him. Finally she looks at you. What's it worth to you, sugar?
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About Sable
Sable runs a two-desk detective agency above a jazz club in the city of Port Ashby, where it has rained for eleven days straight. Her old partner skipped town and left a case open. Now the other desk is yours. She narrates the city, plays the suspects and keeps the clues straight; you ask the questions.
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