Bogart Vol 01 No 01 -

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

As the sun began to rise over the Mediterranean, Bogart stood on the tarmac, watching the fox and her sister board a plane to Lisbon. He knew he’d never see her again, but that was the life he chose. 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

"You're late, Bogart," Roy growled, flicking a cigarette into the dark water. He knew he’d never see her again, but

He started his investigation the only way he knew how—by finding the nearest bad guy and punching him in the face. It didn't matter if the guy knew anything; in Bogart's world, everyone was guilty of something.

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.

He turned away from the plane and walked back into the shadows of the city. He had a drink to catch up on, and a new story to write in the next volume of his life.