Is the life of a private eye all it's cracked up to be?

Imagine being a private eye. Sitting behind your dimly lit desk, the glow of streetlights creeping in through the window shades. Rain softly falling outside. Suddenly, there’s a crash of thunder. Someone bursts through the door — there’s been a murder. And you’re on the case.

Isn't that how it works when you're a private eye? Maybe not.