The city was full of fascination and danger, like an exclusive curated collection of film noir on ARROW. I closed the creaking blinds in my run-down office, the slants of light picking out the all-too-many motes of dust drifting around lazily in the smoke from my cigarette. Hunching over my computer like a man in a high wind trying to light a match I typed in the address the broad had given me: arrow-player.com.
Something told me not to trust a syllable that she pouted out of her cherry-red mouth, but the look in her eyes and the swing in her hips convinced me otherwise. I was smacked in the kisser with the force of a brick from the third…
The city was full of fascination and danger, like an exclusive curated collection of film noir on ARROW. I closed the creaking blinds in my run-down office, the slants of light picking out the all-too-many motes of dust drifting around lazily in the smoke from my cigarette. Hunching over my computer like a man in a high wind trying to light a match I typed in the address the broad had given me: arrow-player.com.
Something told me not to trust a syllable that she pouted out of her cherry-red mouth, but the look in her eyes and the swing in her hips convinced me otherwise. I was smacked in the kisser with the force of a brick from the third floor as it hit me: Dark & Deadly. This was my scene alright, as well as an exclusive Paul Joyce documentary —Dark and Deadly: 50 Years of Film Noir — there were noir highlights like The Big Combo and The Naked City.
The case, the city and the broad could wait.
