This story takes place in San Francisco in 1953. Jake Dryden is 38 and has been a beat cop for at time and was promoted to detective with SFPD and worked the Bunko Squad for a time, spent time in the Vice Squad and also worked Missing Persons. He had worked hard, but received little recognition because he hated the bureaucracy. Finally he got fed up with all of the negative feedback from more than 15 years ‘on the job’ and decided to go it alone. It wasn’t as easy as he had first thought. On leaving the force he turned in his badge, and although he kept his personal service revolver, he no longer had a right to carry it. He received his AA degree in police science when he was 20, but now he had to undergo a criminal background check, get re-fingerprinted to the DOJ and FBI files. Then in order to get a private firearm permit, he had to complete a “Power to Arrest” training course; training on moral and legal aspects of the business; weapons handling; shooting basics, firearms nomenclature and range training. None of this was difficult for Dryden but it cost time and a lot of money. So by the time Jake Dryden received his firearms and tear gas permits from the California Department of Consumer Affairs and posting the required bond for the half million dollar insurance to cover the liability for armed bodyguard services, Dryden was broke: all of his savings had been spent to acquire his new career and a rat-trap office in the tenderloin. He could no longer afford the apartment that he had lived in the 10 years, so he decided that he just crash in his office until he started making some serious dough! The story is told from his perspective as if he is recounting all that transpires to the audience at some future date.