"What do we have here?" Detective Slick Sharphat asked the officer. "Victim was male, mid twenties, stabbed multiple times. His wallet is missing. He was probably robbed." Slick nodded, then spied something in the victim's hand.

"What's this?" Carefully removing the object, he saw that it was matchbox, and on it was a picture of a turtle, wearing a monocle. "Oh, that's from the Monocled Turtle," the officer replied "it's a place for gambling and female companionship, of which I know nothing about, Detective."

Every officer had been helpful with giving directions to the Monocled Turtle, while adamount that they'd never been there. While approaching, Slick heard whistling from a nearby alley. Therein was a woman, whose trenchcoat couldn't hide her beauty.

"It's all my fault, mr. Detective Sir! I'm the Boss' girl, but I fell in love with Billy!" tears streaming from her eyes, emphasized by mascara. "We was gonna run away, but the Boss found out and had him killed!" She rested her head on Slick's chest. "I'll bring the culprit to justice!"

Having found a prime suspect, Slick didn't burst into the Monocled Turtle, but instead brought the girl back to the station, had a judge issue a warrant for the Boss' arrest, assembled a team and then burst into the Monocled Turtle.

The Boss, Tony Italiano, had been in the middle of showing his cronies his favorite stabbing knife, still covered in Billy's blood. "Yous nevers taking me alives!" he roared before charging and being gunned down.

The cronies hadn't done anything wrong (in relation to that particular case), so they were free to go. One of them commented "Who is takings care of the Boss' pet turtle? You know, the one what with the monocle whose this place is named after?"

I could not believe my eyes, the mythical creature was real.

I was getting God Emperor of Dune vibes.

Someone is found dead in their home. Their hands, feet, nose, eyes and ears are missing, and the mouth sown shut.

Your cat stole your car.