dutchtilt, the picture is tilted strongly clockwise, about twenty-eight degrees, so the horizon runs from the upper left down to the lower right and the verticals lean to the right, an illustration of a rain-soaked back street at night seen side-on, one long brick wall running across the whole frame behind her with a row of lit square windows, a steel door and an iron fire escape climbing the wall, one street lamp over the door, puddles on the cobbles, seen at eye level. A Korean private detective, a woman of 38 in a belted grey trench coat and a fedora, stands under the lamp, her right hand aiming a small torch down the alley and her left hand on the iron rail of a fire escape, hard amber light and deep inky shadow.