A story so mysterious he couldn't come up with a headline.

He took a deep breath.

The End.

"What the fuck you mean by The End?!", he wanted to shout.
He couldn't because he was coughing.
Cigarettes be damned.
He never knew how coughing could make someone look cool.
But he was told to be an ace detective you have to have an overcoat, a hat and a cigarette.

He was still waiting for the off-season sale to pick up the overcoat and the hat.

"The" because, he had already scouted a few shops and finally fell in love with this dull black coat, and the shop owner's hat.

The shop owner, he was sure will give the hat to him, because he sensed the man has a thing for entrepreneurs.

It was this keen understanding about people that made him want to be a detective.

Though he was flummoxed when the owner had refused to let him try the hat. After all why would he refuse to let him try it when eventually he will have to willingly give it to him.

Having seen every detective movie there was, nothing could baffle him.

So he deduced it must be the owner reacting to the rather smart experiment of him trying to get out of the shop while wearing the overcoat, without paying for it.

He knew it was not his fault. It never was.

It was this keen understanding that made him think he was going to be the best detective there ever was.