Force Majeure

My name is Jack, Jack Swagger. My mother calls me Jackie, but no one else does. I'm a private eye in a very public city. It's a living. It keeps me in Lucky Strikes and Jim Beam. It keeps Hope in fine threads and designer toilet water. When she has what she needs, Hope's happy. Something I am not always so good at facilitating. I know me - see - and I know women, and I also know I'd be about as good for Hope as a kickstand on a submarine, so I keep her at arm's length....
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My name is Jack, Jack Swagger. My mother calls me Jackie, but no one else does. I'm a private eye in a very public city. It's a living. It keeps me in Lucky Strikes and Jim Beam. It keeps Hope in fine threads and designer toilet water. When she has what she needs, Hope's happy. Something I am not always so good at facilitating.

I know me - see - and I know women, and I also know I'd be about as good for Hope as a kickstand on a submarine, so I keep her at arm's length. This way everyone plays at being happy. She's better than I am at that, too.

It was late on a Thursday evening near the end of August when Hope popped her head into my office.

Meet Jack Swagger - a private eye in a public city. He is a hard-boiled flatfoot keeping the windy City safe one biurbon at a time.