Gouda It was cold and the rain was coming down in buckets. The fact that it was dark didn't help matters. Unfortunately it made it difficult to spot the buckets. I stepped across the threshold and into the It's On The House pub. I shook the rain from my coat like a wet lab, apologizing to the couple at the closest table. It's On The House wasn't really the name of this joint. It was actually called Rover's Rump. I called it On The House because the barkeep served me free beer. It's part of what one comes to expect when you're a hard-boiled homicide cop like me. Although, I'm not sure why people call cops like me hard-boiled. I mean if I were an egg, I'd still crack, right? Although I have been known to crack myself up from time to time. I guess it just goes with the territory, like those free drinks. "Hey, Inspector, how's it going?" said Joe the barkeep. Have you ever noticed that all the best barkeeps are named Joe? &qu