Investigations!
People always think I’m a detective. Eh, not really; Shamuses Clear Cases, which is just a little bit different than solving crimes. You don’t need one of us for crimes, because that’s what cops are for. Guy runs in and grabs the strongbox, you don’t really need to figure out what led him to that moment, you know what I mean? I don’t do much with magnifying glasses or fingerprint kits, either. There’s people who are into evidence, and they know more about finding some than I do, sure. So I let ‘em, and then they tell me what they’ve found — shoot, the trick is shutting them up.
Mostly, what I do is talk to people, and figure out what they’re lying to me about, and why. If I’m in a hurry, I’ll let them take swings at me first. Nothing gets somebody talking like a chance at having a good gloat at me. Ears and chin, my friends, ears and chin. You need both in my life — oh, and a smart mouth, too. It’s great for getting you in the right kind of trouble.
So why was I back at the storeroom, peering at marks on the ceiling like they meant something to me? Because Lucas had asked me to. Besides, I knew something about this stuff. The Lore’s full of it.