Dick Clever

Dick and Doc

It's Dick and Doc, Doc and Dick, investigating a murder most grim. And fishy. That sort of word gets thrown around a lot when you have a trail of victims each with a cod piece shoved in some orifice. Truly disgusting. Luckily everyone here is entirely professional and knows exactly how to handle a situation like this. Like every situation before them. Professional etiquette, a clean autopsy, and enough food to feed a small nation. We begin our investigation, wondering where in the world it will lead us. 

Captain Hickory

Like any good Detective Story, including ones with Cod Pieces, there's a captain who's ready to put a screw in the works. Like an old cliché that couldn't hack retirement, our Captain requires a firm word or two with Dick, who has equally firm words back. It's one thing you can say about Dick: he's firm and ready. Ready to follow the crumbs to these sick and twisted murders. And Kransky? Well...who the hell knows what's happening between those ears.

Adhere

Fish Fridays have never been the same. Not since the Cod Piece Murderer began ravaging the city. Each victim with a fish finger wedged in one of their orifices. Sickening. With another body hitting the floor, Dick turns to an old friend, Adhere, for some help in these fishy murders. Will the Irishman have some answers, or just more questions to add to the count? Only time could tell, and she was a fickle thing who flaunted her talents over dying grandmothers and high school students taking exams. She could make a minute feel like eternity and eternity feel like nothing at all.

Regina and Larry

9:13 on a Friday night when Jack Frost blew through the precinct, stirring Dick's papers, rustling his thoughts and cooling his tootsies. It's the sort of night that can bring an incredibly hot, steamy and paper-thin Dame in to lend a hand. Instead, he got Regina. All curves and body, with a mind as sharp as a tack and a lead so hot Dick could melt, weren't it for Jack Frost and his cold, cold breeze. Is Dick one step closer to finding the killer? We can only wait and see.

Jurisdiction

It was late afternoon, dusk just on the horizon and beyond that were Dick's dreams of a quiet evening with a bowl of Spaghettios and a beer. Shattered, knocked over and left as a stain on the carpet while the more urgent business of murder rose to the occasion. The added complication? Too many cooks in the kitchen and not enough food to go around. With a fresh corpse and a morsel of evidence, Dick is determined to keep this one to himself.