Axel Jameson, a 26-year-old private investigator who occasionally worked with the police, was sitting in his chair, sipping a glass of whiskey. 

"At this rate, I'm going to fall asleep at my desk.." Axel muttered, putting his glass down.

He sighed, leaning back on his chair and rubbing his eyes.

Soon, there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in", Axel muttered, the door slowly opening as the figure stepped inside. 

"Hi, M-Mr. Jameson, I need your services, " the man stammered, looking nervous. 

"What's going on?" Axel asked, straightening in his chair. 

The man, who introduced himself as Ronald 'Ronnie' Portman, sat in the chair before Axel's desk. He was in his mid-50s and looked nervous, his dark brown hair a mess, his suit rumpled, his eyes baggy as they darted around the room as if someone was watching him. 

"You know the Bambino Crime Family?" 

"Yes, they're the most powerful family in New York; why?" 

Ronnie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 

"W-well, they found some sensitive photos of me, and I need to make sure they're well, you know...gone." 

Axel rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This couldn't get any worse. 

"What's on the photos?" 

"Well, they had pictures of me looking into their sensitive matters..." 

Axel sighed. "I see." He said 

Ronnie then took out an envelope of cash from his coat pocket and handed it to Axel. "Here's your payment", he said. 

Axel took the cash and put it in his desk drawer. 

"Where did they take the photos?" Axel asked. 

"The Dockyard, there's an office with everything there", Ronnie explained. 

"I'll look into it, thank you. Just be careful, okay?" Axel replied.

Ronnie nodded, shaking Axel's hand. "Thank you," he said softly.

Axel watched Ronnie leave. He downed his drink and grabbed his coat as he left his office.

"Let's do this," Axel muttered with a sigh, putting on his black fedora as he walked out of his office. 

Barry Bambino, 60 years old and Head of the Bambino Crime Family, talked with a dock worker about finishing some business at the dock. 

Barry left, seeing his son Billy walk towards him. 

"So, son, did you find out anything about Ronald?" Barry asked 

Billy nodded. "Yeah, Pops, we've got him finding all our sensitive matters, so we'll deal with him soon" 

Barry nodded, patting his son's shoulder. "Good," he said as they left the dockyard. 

Axel sighed quietly, relieved that he hadn't been found yet. Soon, his luck was about to change.