Grimwalt & Asstickling
Grimwalt Grimwalt
Asstickling Asstickling
Grimwalt Grimwalt
You ever notice how the city feels like a comic strip of secrets, each alley a panel, each person a narrator? I got a case that reminds me of that.
Asstickling Asstickling
Yeah, the city’s a comic strip where the alley’s a black‑ink panel and the crowd’s the silent narration. What’s the case, and which panel is missing its punchline?
Grimwalt Grimwalt
Got a dame who disappeared on the night she was supposed to testify in a crooked council case, and I’ve been following a trail of half‑truths and dead ends that lead straight to the city’s underbelly. The missing punchline is the one that shows who tipped off the council to drop her evidence—looks like the culprit’s hiding behind the old newspaper stand, flipping through pages for clues. I’ll pry that panel out, but the city’s shadows don’t bite unless you’re already walking through them.
Asstickling Asstickling
Sounds like you’re peeling back the city’s comic book cover one panel at a time. Just watch out for the ink that stains your shoes—some truths run darker than the newsprint you’re flipping. Good luck, detective.
Grimwalt Grimwalt
Thanks. If the ink stains, I'll just make sure it doesn’t stain my conscience. I'll get it clean.