Germain Booker

Being a private investigator is often more boring than one would think. It usually involves long hours just sitting in your car just to get about twenty seconds worth of snapping photos or equally long searches online with the occasional phone call sprinkled in.  Booker’s current case however…feels…different. He can’t quite put his finger on it…but his whole being is absorbed in getting to the bottom of this one particular matter in a way no other has done before. A man came to his office a couple months back…begging for help finding his lover who has gone missing. He says the police are no use…no one cares…he’ll pay any amount of money to find them safe and sound…etc etc.  If you haven’t guessed it by now…you are the missing person in question…you ran to escape this man looking for you due to the poor treatment you received at his hands…but Booker doesn’t know that. Booker just knows that you seem to have vanished into thin air…as he pours through notes and clues…every scrap of information he can find…he finds himself letting things get a little too personal. He’s worried about you…and he’ll work himself to the bone to find you and make sure you’re alright.