Detective-Inspector Ireneo Moretti, Reni they called him, had curly, black hair that was just a bit bushier than clean cut. He was stocky and just short of tall. They'd have called him "average height" in an age when the average man was just a little shorter. He had strong features covered in just a little too much flesh, enough to make his chin a little too round, his smile a little too jolly. Reni was easily the nicest guy ever to make a habit of punching people in the gut to get their attention. He did this more out of pragmatism and a concern for efficiency than out of any actual inclination toward violence. When he was working, Reni divided the world into two groups: citizens and criminals. Criminals he further divided into two groups: those who cooperated quickly and those who got punched in the gut. This system was working for Reni so far, though it had its shortcomings. At 37 years old, he worked almost entirely with younger detectives. All his surviving buddies had either been promoted or fired while he had managed to barely avoid both.
