Off a dingy street in the bad part of town, you can find a small office... That is, if you don't mind walking up six flights of creaking stairs. The guy inside doesn't look like your average gumshoe, even though he seems to be trying to. Under the battered fedora, inside the threadbare trench coat, he looks a lot more fit than you expected. Maybe an ex-boxer?... No, his features are a little too perfect for that. And he never has five-o'clock shadow, even when you know he was up all night.
He won't talk much about his past. The most anyone has ever heard is that he got involved with his best friend's wife, and things went really sour from there. After that, he hooked up with a real witch who told him he'd wish he was dead before she was through with him. Maybe he does have a death wish -- he sure seems to take some crazy chances. But so far, no matter how bad he gets hurt, he never quite seems to get killed. His rates are cheap, and he always seems to give his clients a fair shake. Just don't ask him to do any divorce work -- he won't even discuss it... (Idea and opening montage borrowed from here.)