It is dark and stormy outside. The rain is falling hard against the glass windows in my office. It’s been quiet as of late, too quiet. The land lord keeps calling for his money, my ex wife keeps calling for her money, and my stomach keeps asking to spend a little dough too. It’s late in the afternoon, and my office is filled with a lingering aroma of coffee from the previous morning. All that’s left in the pot is thick and black, just like the sky outside, but it will do. I pour what is left into my mug and head back to the desk. Sitting back at my desk, I prop my legs up, staring blankly at the computer screen, counting down the minutes with the tick-tock of my clock when I see a shadow at my door. That’s when she walks in.
She is tall, maybe six feet or so, with long blonde hair all dolled up. Her long legs were covered in painted on spandex leopard print, and a white tube top. She is soaked, and it was hard to keep my eyes above her neck, especially with that white shirt. Her mascara is running, but I don’t think it was completely from the rain. She looks confused and unsure of herself, biting her lower lip as she walks towards my desk. It was obvious that someone had hurt this doll.
“You the dick,” she asks softly, her eyes gazing away.
“I am,” I reply, “but you can call me Sam.”
Getting called a dick comes with the territory, being a private instigator and all. It also doesn’t help that I am a dick to most that cross my path.
“You any good,” she asks again, this time holding eye contact with me.
“If I was, I’d still be married” I reply with a slight smile. “Sit down, doll,” I ask, taking my button up shirt off the chair in the corner as I move it in front of my desk. As I go back to my seat, I put the shirt on over my sleeveless white undershirt.
“You look sad, kid,” I inquire, “tell me your story.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it all out. Turns out her name is Terri, and she fell in love with a plastic surgeon a few years back. After getting some work done, and doing some work on him, the two fell in love and got hitched. Must have been a great doctor, it is so hard to keep from undressing her with my eyes. Over the last few months he has been spending more and more late nights at the office, and making business trips he never made before. One night she got lonely and called his cell. Another woman answered his phone, and she has been suspicious ever since. Now she wants me to take the case, and get to the dirty bottom of it all.
“Terri, you seem like a good girl, and I hate it when good people get hurt. I’ll catch him if he is dirty. Consider this case accepted,” I told her.
We agree on a fee and she slowly walks out the door, shaking what the good doctor gave her the whole way, as if to add a little motivation my way. Trust me kid, I’ll do you right.
