Baudelaire, Connor Baudelaire. Twin son of an Irish father and French mother. Got my dad’s toughness and my mum’s je ne sais quoi. Was training in the military to head over and fight some Krauts, but my twin brother beat me over there. Then he beat me to the grave. Uncle Sam does not let a brother die with another dead, so they kicked me to the curb, which is where I walked…straight into the NYPD recruitment office. I put my talents to work working people’s talents. People love to talk to me, and sometimes find themselves sharing more than they think they knew. But hey, that is life, no?