"You may, lead poisoning from a Chicago typewriter..."
As he spoke he looked over at Mr. Insondia and noticed a distinct lack of recognition of the words he said. An unfortunately common occurrence. After a moment considering the appropriate words he continued.
"...shot by a Tommy Gun...
"Oh no. Didn't even know there would be one and most of it went over my head. Between us I think I was a pity invitation, but I came for a similar reason. This meta human emergence thing is pretty new to me. Hoped to learn a little about it and my peers. Always nice to know who to look for...
As the room began to fill with the sound of idle chit chat a misty figure in a dark grey 3 piece suit stood alone looking over it all. This event seemed a little ritzy for a lowly private eye to be in attendance but as a he was both local and a meta his invitation was all but assured. Even if...