[Funkduder]

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Genuario," Ginnie Ash said to the private eye, walking past the man out the door.
"It's no trouble at all, Miss Ash. Have a nice day," he said, closing the apartment door behind her. The check that she left on his desk would be enough to pay off that month's rent with money to spare, luckily for him. It was great reprieve, now that he nearly spent all of his savings from his last job.
Tony Genuario lived in simple but comfy lodgings. His apartment on Vermont Street was not too shabby, but it could hardly be called lavish. Numerous rugs had been laid across a concrete floor in the L-shaped studio. From the front door, only a medium sized, wooden desk could be seen, but walking beyond the thick red curtains on the left, a kitchen, dining room, and bedroom collided into one room that was further decorated. From there only one could see only two doors, a cellar door which led to "the lab", and a door that led to the bedroom that hid behind the wall to the work area.
He hung up his hat by the door and crashed onto one of his client chairs, after grabbing his laptop from his desk. The client chairs were softer and probably more expensive than his own wooden desk chair, so when he was not around any clients, he liked to work there.
Opening his web browser, he heard a familiar voice: "You got mail!" Silly Aol, he thought, opening the email page.

To: GenuarioInvestigations@Aol.com
From: Deva
Subject: I need your help!

Tony looked at the email and frowned. He turned on his virus protection and scanned the email, only to find it to be safe. So this isn't a scam of some sort. After checking the time on his clock, he looked back at the email and shrugged to himself. He closed up his last case just today, and it would hurt to have some security for the next month or so. He opened the email, and was engulfed by a bright light.