On the ground lay a brand-new lanyard name tag. Dean picked it up. Printed with cheap ink, a line read: "Harry Detective Agency."
Another Harry, but this one's a white guy... he thought.
Dean missed Harry, Lawrence, and the others. This time, to avoid drawing Monet's attention, he had returned without contacting his mother or his old pals like Lawrence.
Once I find an opportunity, I'll take you guys down!
Remembering the unpleasantness, Dean tossed the name tag aside and walked into the room. It appeared to have been recently renovated and refurbished, looking fairly neat. At the far end stood a desk, upon which were some cheap-looking second-hand office supplies and a picture frame. On the wall in front of the desk hung several glass frames that seemed to have cost some money; they all contained official-looking detective agency documents that appeared authentic.
