It was a cold, miserable day when Ray stepped out of the cab, paying the hefty $21.50 to get to his rented office from the airport. The rain was cold and sharp, like shards of glass tumbling from the sky. Ray had to keep a paw on his hat, lest the mischievous wind whip it away. The young raccoon smiled, as he approached the door of his office. Maybe I'll get someone to put my name on it? Though, I'll probably need a mentor; no-one's gonna hire a young detective.