LA Noire – Detective Phelps cuts a sharp figure in the neon light of Los Angeles. Hunched over the scene of a brutal crime, he pensively inspects each inch of a rusted pipe, stained with the blood of an unknown assailant. Music swells in the background, the crime scene has now been swept for clues. Detective Phelps knows that it is time to move on to the interrogation of the witness. Leaning against a ruby-red barstool, she draws back on a cigarette, looks in the detective’s direction and casually blows smoke into his face. With uncannily realistic facial movement, Phelps waves the smoke away and begins his questioning…
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