Soukromý čůrák

Another typical Monday in the city. The snarl of traffic, the pushing and shoving of a hundred thousand people in a hurry to get nowhere.

God, I hate Mondays.

I was working on a case that was going nowhere, fast.

Tracking down a lead on a ring of Chinese **** smugglers.

I read in the Chronicle, section B, page 2, my client's been found floating face down in the harbor.