My Career Begins
My first several cases were exciting. I felt I was finally making a difference in my community, proving myself to be the detective I had always hoped to become. However, it was not long before everything was mundane. The initial thrill of discovering clues and solving mysteries had departed.
That was when Ratigan committed his next depravity, more successful than any of his previous felonies. I vowed I would bring him to justice, but he always proved more clever than I, knowing precisely when and where to strike. Attempting to find evidence against him was such a frustrating challenge that I nearly became obsessed with the idea.
Ratigan's best henchman at the time was one of the worst criminals in the empire. Like Ratigan, he was the epitome of astute cunning and vindictive brutality. So great was his admiration for the world's greatest criminal rat that this fiend even called himself "Mousigan" as a tribute to his boss. Every time I found enough evidence to convict him, he easily evaded the police.
I would relish the honor of claiming I eventually brought the scoundrel to justice, but I will not shame myself by claiming unwarranted acknowledgment. Certain members of the police force had accompanied me to Pinchin Lane, where we believed the rogue to be hiding. Catching sight of the villain, we pursued him, and it seemed he would elude us yet again; however we found him between the paws of a young dog. Despite the criminal's pleas, the puppy refused to release him, and the fiend was apprehended.