ChuckleVision Noir

My name is Bill but nobody calls me that these days. Bill the wiseguy they used to call me, Bill the short-ass smartass, but most of all Bill the newshound. See I’ve got this nose for a story and when I catch that scent I track it down relentlessly. Some of the biggest scandals ever to broach the pages of the Tribune were my scoops- The Window-Windup story, the Art Dealer scam, a whole load. That time the Mayor was caught out with that hooker after his two bungling press guys lead everyone to his private office instead of the briefing room for a press conference on some new civic innovation? He had to drop a lawsuit against the Tribune because I got there first. To the story I mean, not the hooker, although Roxie is a charming girl in her own right. If you’re going to dig out the sleaze and the scum in this city you’ve got to have something of the terrier about you, smart and pugnacious, running down the rats and shaking them hard and that’s me through and through. Little Hound they call me now. It’s rarely clean and it’s never pure, but a guy’s got to make a living.