Inks by Horacio Ottolini, Colors by Melissa Kaercher
Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1
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PANEL 1. From inside the smoky bar, as Noir stands in the doorway. Several patrons glance her way. At the bar sits a burly guy in an overcoat, collar up, head down, intent on the shot glass in front of him. He's got a short crewcut, bushy eyebrows and a craggy face.
PANEL 2. Noir steps up to the bar and speaks to the bartender, a thin black man in rolled up shirt sleeves and suspenders. She's standing right next to the guy in the coat.
BARTENDER: CAN I HELP YOU, MISS?
NOIR: MAYBE. I'M LOOKING FOR SOME INFORMATION.
PANEL 3. The bartender holds up a bottle of booze.
BARTENDER: SORRY, MISS. ALL WE GOT HERE IS BEER AN' BOURBON.
PANEL 4. Noir pushes a photograph across the bar. It's a picture of Dewey and Luna taken at a table at the Club Selene.
NOIR: THE MAN IN THIS PICTURE. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM IN HERE?
PANEL 5. The guy in the coat next to Noir speaks, not looking in her direction although she turns toward him at the sound of his voice.
GUY: JIMMY CAN'T HELP YOU, DOLL. HE NEVER LOOKS AT FACES.
GUY: ME, THOUGH, I'M GOOD WITH 'EM. GOTTA MEMORY LIKE AN ELEPHANT.
PANEL 6. Close up on Noir.
NOIR: SO – DO YOU KNOW HIM?