I have been a dective all my life (don't be a wise guy, even in
diapers). Ever since I was the age of 1, I have been catching crooks.
When I was little, my mom saw that there were cookies stolen from the
cookie jar. I knew my brother did it (from the look on his face and
that chocolate under his fingernails) but I didn't know how to talk!
Remember trusty reader, that I was a genius only in catching crooks,
not speaking up for myself. Hey, don't give me that scowl, everyone
is good at something. My expertise is sending the cramks behind bars.
So anyway to get back to my story, I draw a picture of the crook (not
my very best drawing either) and showed it to Mom. Since then I have
been in the "groove" as I call it. That night, at my
office, someoe came knocking at my door. It
was...
This is Agent Blackwell speaking, and boy do I have some stories to
tell you!