Mack the Knife...
A good friend of mine just wrote a page turner. I identified with the detective. He was a throw-back to another era, a little coarse and beaten down by life, but he had a soft spot for a damsel in distress. His gal Friday was protective within reason and clearly more dedicated than he paid her for, but neither of them were a match for the latest femme fatale seeking his services, so once again, the game was afoot.