Bogart Vol 01 No 01 -

"Goodbye, kid," he muttered to himself, echoing a ghost from a past he could never quite shake. "Hurry back".

"I’m looking for something that doesn't want to be found," she whispered, her voice like sandpaper on silk. Bogart Vol 01 No 01

"I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand tightening into a fist. "Now, where's the girl?" "Goodbye, kid," he muttered to himself, echoing a

Bogart leaned back, his eyes narrowing. He lived by a simple code: the world is always one drink behind. He knew that finding a missing person in this town was like trying to find a honest man in a den of thieves. But for a beautiful fox, he was willing to try. "I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand

The rain in Casablanca didn't wash away the sins; it just made them shiny. In the dimly lit corner of Rick’s Café, sat with a glass of lukewarm bourbon and a heavy heart. He was a man out of time, a private investigator who preferred punching his way through a problem rather than talking it out.