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     I make my living by keeping secrets.

     Actually, I make it by letting others’ keep theirs.

     That’s right, I’m that guy. The blackmailer, the extortionist, the guy you never see and wish you had never heard from. I’m the one who sees into the dark corners of your soul, the parts of your life you want to remain hidden.

     Fancy yourself a religious man who attends church every Sunday, but who has a propensity for porn shops the other six days of the week? Don’t worry; the congregation will never know as long as you keep tithing into my collection plate. Let’s call it a “Sin Tax".

     Got a shady lawyer pushing a bogus personal injury suit through the courts for you? You’ll get your settlement - as long as I get my cut.

     An extra-marital affair with your secretary? You guessed it;  pay the piper.

     All and all, it’s a decent living. Please note that I’m using the adjective as it applies to monetary, as opposed to moral, terms. But, it’s not an easy trade, and it has its share of risks. I’ve had my nose broken twice, my ribs fractured, and have had any number of close encounters with automobiles that came speeding out of nowhere trying to kill me. 

     But I could usually figure out who did it. And then, of course, all of the dirty little secrets would come out, and in living color. I’m sure I've been the cause of numerous divorces over the years, as well as terminations of employment, and plenty of fraud convictions. But that’s how you keep people honest; you make them pay up. 

     And if you think I’m a slime, at least I’m a slime with good manners. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is John Sharp, a.k.a. “One Eyed Jack”, a moniker I assure you wasn't the result of a birth defect or running recklessly through the house with a pair of scissors. Several years back I made the mistake of not researching one of my targets very carefully. He was a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills who had a predilection for young male prostitutes. He had a very successful practice, a couple of nice houses, a trophy wife, and several country club memberships He was, as I liked to say, my kind of man; “a man with a lot to lose.” 

     What I hadn't figured on was the fact that one of his patients happened to be a Russian Mafioso who was on the lam and having his identity altered by the good doctor. The doc had his Mafioso client sick his pit bulls on me and the next thing I knew I was being informed that I saw way too much of this world, and that the situation would soon change. I woke up a couple of hours later in the hills above LA and found I was seeing a lot less, fifty percent if you want to do the math.