The name's Danks, Dick Danks and if you think my name is amusing then you and I have nothing more to say. A man's got no more control over what his parent's name him than he does over the weather. Danks is a proud old name in Scotland or somewhere and I have nothing to make excuses for. I'm a private eye. Most days I sit like a spider in its web waiting for the phone to ring. I wait for someone to hire me to investigate something for them. It gives me lots of time to think. Mostly I think about what a mess I've made of my life, how I'm going to pay the rent, and what's for lunch. Not necessarily in that order. From The Case of The Bisected Body