Picard rolls his eyes. Madeline, on the other hand, shoots him a winning smile.

"Well, Dix, I like the company you're keepin' these days," she laughs, keeping her eyes on Shotaro. She sets her chin in her hand so she can look up at him through her long eyelashes. "All right, Lefty. Say, how'd you come by that name?"

"Shotaro," Picard's voice cuts in. He clears his throat. "Detective, won't you please?"

He gestures to the office door with his hat. Beyond it is Dixon Hill's desk, part of a spacious room with rustic decorations, although it's somewhat dark despite the two street-side windows.