Grit Arrives At The Chief’s House

When I rolled up to the Chief’s house, it was apparent the coppers had been there. They had yellow-taped the front door, the windows, and they even taped the chimney! I was like, what the fuck! Did they actually believe…

Grit Searches For Answers

On my way back to my office, I decided to stop off at the morgue. I mean, I haven't seen the body. What if it's a case of mistaken identity? I need to see for myself before I start snooping…

The D.A Throws Sam a Curve

"Sam, I wanted you to handle this rather than the Police Department, especially at this juncture." "OK,” I said, still curious as to the clandestine nature of this meeting. "OK, here it is in a nutshell.” “The Chief was found…

Grit Meets With the D.A.

The D.A. and I agreed to meet at Fort Point. Now, my curiosity was boiling over. Obviously, D.A. Campbell wanted the least amount of people around in order to share something with me, but what? I had no freaking idea.…

Intro

My name is Sam Grit. Like the sign on my door says, I'm a private investigator. Some refer to us as private dicks, snoops, gumshoes, flat-foots. I don't give a damn, as long as I get paid my fee. A…