Kenny’s detective agency is tucked away in an apartment building overgrown with vines in the old part of town. He always wears a faded trench coat, his fingertips permanently stained with coffee. An old injury to his left eye sometimes makes a faint afterimage cross his vision: a medal from a case he worked three years ago, tracking down corporate spies.
“Kenny, there’s a new lead in the forgery case at the gallery on the west side.” Whenever Lubo pushes open the door, he makes sure to stick his rain-soaked umbrella in the old metal bucket by the entrance. Fresh out of police academy, the young man still has a certain youthful awkwardness. His briefcase is always packed with the latest miniature cameras, yet he still gets startled by stray cats darting out from street corners while he’s on surveillance.
Their days unfold through seemingly trivial cases: helping a pastry shop owner find the apprentice who stole a recipe, only to stumble into a twenty-year family feud; tracking the mysterious figure graffitiing office buildings late at night, only to uncover financial fraud by a business tycoon; even searching for an old woman’s missing pet cat in a rainstorm, only to discover a tiny chip containing a blackmail note in its collar.
Kenny likes to sketch clues in pencil in his yellowed notebook, while Lubo prefers to build diagrams of people’s connections on a screen. When an old-fashioned magnifying glass meets an intelligent analysis system, and neighborhood gossip collides with cold database records, this odd pair always manages to uncover the truth overlooked in the cracks of city life.
How many secrets lie beneath the neon-lit streets? How many lies spread in corners beyond the reach of surveillance cameras? Kenny and Lubo’s story unfolds through their daily investigations, revealing the real folds of desire, redemption, and human nature hidden beneath the city’s glossy exterior.
