The man smirked, "I'm just a humble film noir enthusiast, detective. I was just out for a stroll, enjoying the rain."
Phelps' eyes narrowed as he tucked the paper into his pocket. He knew that the Black Dahlia killer was known for his clever wordplay and gruesome methods. He needed to think outside the box to crack this case.
Phelps carefully picked up the paper, blowing on it to dry the ink. The message read: la noire switch nsp update
As Phelps would say, "The rain may wash away the streets, but it can't wash away the truth."
"Who are you?" Phelps demanded, his eyes locked on the suspect. The man smirked, "I'm just a humble film
Phelps quickly made his way to the location, his mind racing with possibilities. When he arrived, he saw Sanchez detaining a shady-looking individual with a scruffy beard and a fedora.
The case was solved, but the rain had left its mark on Phelps. He knew that in a city like Los Angeles, where the sun always seemed to shine, the truth could be hidden behind a veil of deceit and corruption. He needed to think outside the box to crack this case
"Look to the hills, where shadows play Seek the truth, come what may"