Johnny had always been one of those guys who had his head in his clouds. He was always on and on about meeting that special someone just so he could have a family of his own one day. Might have worked out for the guy if we had been born into another time and another place.

When we were in high school the guy was a loser in just about every sense of the word. He couldn't hold down a girl, and he could barely hold down a job. By the time we graduated, he didn't have anything to look forward to except going to college and working a desk job.

Johnny went on to become a data entry clerk or something, can't say I'm really too sure what the hell he did looking back at it. Pretty sure it had something to do with numbers and shit I wasn't too worried about.

I went on to marry my high school sweetheart, we were together until her death about two years ago. Been working with the cops of Sin City for well over twenty years now. Figured if I didn't join the beat, I'd end up as someone's random bitch or in the dirt. Been working out well enough for me honestly.

Unfortunately can't say the same thing about Johnny. Looks like whatever happened to the guy, this city finally got it's hands on him. Down and out in the worst possible way.

As much as I loved the guy gotta admit, when he didn't have his heads in the cloud, he often had the thing stuck up his ass. For some reason though, instead of filing this thing away into an official report, I found myself throwing this paper in my bag. Whatever happened to Johnny, I owed him this much to not let the truth get buried under all the corruption of this city.