“Every town’s got secrets. We just make ’em talk.”

Lone Brick Detective Agency Where secrets don’t stand a chance, and neither do outlaws.

Way out in the sun-scorched wilderness, in a forgotten corner of the Wild Brick West, stands a place every outlaw fears and every mystery ends — the Lone Brick Detective Agency.

Ain’t no fancy city building here. This is raw, rough, and tougher than a two-dollar steak.

The Outside — Trouble’s Always Lurking

Out front, a creaky old sign swings in the desert wind: Lone Brick Agency - Detective Agency. If that don’t scare you straight, the skull above it just might.

Two detectives down on the street level — guns drawn, eyes sharp, nerves tighter than a rattlesnake in a rocking chair. One watchin’ the front. One watchin’ the side. Every cactus could hide trouble. Every shadow could move. Up on the balcony? There’s the lady detective. Calm. Focused. Scanning the horizon like she can see straight through lies, dust, and solid wood.

A classic western standoff — just waitin’ for the first fool to blink.

Inside? Empty. Quiet. Still.

No desk jockeys. No paper pushers. No half-asleep investigators.

This ain’t paperwork day.

This is showdown day.

Outside, bandits lurk. One creepin’ behind the building. Two more rollin’ up in that rickety wagon, like this is just another easy job.

But Lone Brick Detectives?

They ain’t easy to fool.

And they sure ain’t easy to run from.

The ground’s dry, the cactuses tall, the clock tower’s tickin’… and time’s about to run out for the bad guys.

The Inside — Where the Magic (and Interrogations) Happen

Step through the swinging doors and smell that fine aroma of danger, dust, and day-old coffee.

Ground Floor

Here’s where the cases get solved… or at least heavily discussed. The detective’s desk is cluttered with clues. A comfy chair for thinkin’ (or nappin’). Nearby, an old iron stove fights off the chill of long desert nights.

But if you’re not here on good terms? There’s a jail cell ready and waitin’ for guests who forgot their manners… or robbed a train.

On the shelf? Bags of evidence… or maybe loot recovered from the last sting. Or maybe just lunch. Who knows in this crazy place.

Upstairs

Now this here’s the detectives’ private quarters. Two beds — worn, but serviceable. A desk stacked with sealed letters, probably bad news wrapped in worse handwriting.

There’s a checklist on the table. You don’t run the sharpest agency in the west without a proper to-do list (top of the list: “Catch more bad guys”).

The Crew

3 Detectives — tough, grumpy, clever, and slightly over-caffeinated.
1 Detective’s Assistant — fast on his feet, always in the middle of somethin’.
3 Bandits — bad attitudes, bad intentions, and even worse timing.

This ain’t no peaceful saloon or sleepy sheriff’s office. This is the Lone Brick Detective Agency — where bandits run scared, secrets get spilled, and justice rides hard and fast.

And partner…

If you’ve got a mystery?

You’ve come to the right (and probably only) place in town.