Before you is a worn file folder, it is closed with a tired rubber band.

Inside this folder is a sheaf of typewritten pages, a small well worn leather case, a yellowed official looking document, an old snapshot with one corner slightly burned, a collection of overdue bills and statements, a letter on expensive stationary.
The typewritten pages appear to be a summary of events; this looks to have been typed on an old manual typewriter.

The paper appears to be a carbon copy of an original.
Samson was born in a small row house in San Francisco to Aloysius and Margaret Spade. His father, a police officer, and mother were shot and killed when a bootlegger wanting revenge sought them out. The pale yellow row house was riddled with bullets. Several members, of the then infamous Cipprio gang were killed. A young boy of six, Samson was left unhurt. He was left in the care of the St. Ignatius orphanage and treated as a cast off during his younger years. He excelled in boxing, but little else held his interest. He was a regular at the Kearny street gym and ran errands for trainers in exchange for his chance to learn tips about boxing. In school, although he showed a quick mind, he lacked the patience and follow through to do well. Samson proved himself to be a handful. School authorities took turns with him, trying to reform him but a trait for mule-like stubbornness ultimately found Samson facing discipline. He eventually finished his schooling, and found himself restless.

On a whim, Samson signed on with the crew of the Star of Macao. He convinced the first mate of the freighter that he could pull his own share if only given a chance. The Macao was a freighter that made frequent trips to Hong Kong and the Orient. In the first two-months on the freighter, Samson was given the lowest of tasks on board. It was proving to be a difficult life. There was trouble on board between the new hand and the rest of the Portuguese, Chinese and American crew. Samson was often on the losing side of a dispute carried out in the ships hold. With time, Samson gained self-control and found a respect for the crew.

Samson was quickly schooled in the corruption and poverty that existed, while on leave at various ports-of-call. His shipmates told him this was the way of the world. Over the next five-year period, he applied himself to nearly all the jobs on board on the Macao and became a well-rounded crewman. With the help of Captain Jacobsen, he passed his officers qualification test and would begin training as third mate on board the Macao, once he completed filing the papers in San Francisco. His life aboard the Macao changed with the wind, however, as he was returning from shore leave he found the Macao gutted with fire and the Captain shot dead. The authorities questioned the crew and did a short investigation. Three weeks later, the case was closed due to no substantial leads.

Samson grew bitter over the loss of a man that had been a guiding influence in his life. The crew was being scattered to other merchant ships in the line. He ended his career with the company soon after.

Returning to civilian life, he found his prospects limited. More and more he saw corruption on the same streets that had raised him, and it was starting to sicken him. He worked a variety of odd jobs, before being accepted at the police department. Perhaps, he was trying to prove himself to the memory of his father.

He was a consistent good shot during training, and could handle himself in self-defense classes. He completed the course and was given to one of the grimmest of beat-cops to continue his training. Mick Zaleski was a career patrolman who would not be crossed. He was again on the bottom rung of the ladder. Samson swallowed his pride, listened and watched.

Near the end of a year, he was surprised to find that he was to be attached to the District Attorneys office. There was graft within the police department and Sewell Endicott wanted his investigators to be disconnected from it.

Samson was one of three rookies that were brought on board to learn the ropes as an investigator for the District Attorney. The squad of investigators contained some of the most seasoned men from the department. He worked for a period of eight years. He gained a reputation for being a tireless and honest investigator that sometimes used unorthodox methods to achieve his ends. He consistently kept to his own code of right and wrong. His stubborn streak and natural toughness were rewarded here. It was here that he established one of his closest friendships with fellow investigator Lew Esterhazy.

There was a growing rift though, between the District Attorney and Samson that ended in his being fired for insubordination during a high profile investigation. The Van der Elst case involved the murder of a wealthy industrialist. Samson refused to close his investigation, when the evidence turned back on the Van der Elst family.

Samson was disillusioned and angry at the established legal system. He worked for a time as an Insurance Investigator for Union Trust. He found this work stale.

He fell in with another detective, an ex-Pinkerton operative, Alfie Wise. They scraped enough together to form a detective agency in San Francisco. It was a tired third floor walk-up on Kearny street, a couple of blocks from Samson's old neighborhood.Clients were few and far between for them.

As a private detective, Samson was able to follow his own lead wherever that took him. After some time, his clientele grew, and his reputation was intact. Samson has worked on several cases that have taken him into all walks of life, and locations in the United States and South America. Samson has worked as a hotel detective, investigated swindlers, chased fugitives and caught counterfeiters. Samson has, to his credit, the solution of some notable cases. Samson recovered the famous Waterhill collection of rare doubloons on a freighter bound for Argentina. Samson has also been responsible for the arrest and conviction of noted underworld figures, 'Big' Seamus Magoon and 'Blackie' Vance. He has come to Morada on a hiatus and now works only on cases that interest him, and allow him to maintain a modest existence.

Rumors are that this move was a necessity although this is not confirmed.

This well-worn leather case looks as if it was once used to hold a card and has an imprint looking vaguely badge-like.

The yellowed document bears an official seal and has two or three illegible, but important looking signatures. It appears to be a Private Investigators license.

This old snapshot is taken possibly with a small box camera, as the image is of poor quality. It shows a thick-bodied older man with coarse, white hair wearing a pea coat. A weathered looking cap is worn at a rakish angle. It looks to have been taken along the side a large freighter. A corner of the snapshot has been burned. On the back of the photograph is scrawled the word 'Shanghai'.

The letter on expensive stationary is written with a flowing, masculine script. It appears to be a letter of appreciation for services rendered. It is dated recently. Sewell Endicott, Attorney at law, has signed it.