OOC: Hardboiled detective meets succubus with a problem and hilarity ensues... Enjoy...
I knew she was trouble the minute she walked into my office. I’m the type of PI whose clients are usually burly cab drivers or truckers who are afraid their wives are fooling around while they’re out driving around and want me to get dirty pictures. What they do after that is none of my business.
This one was different. Like I said, my clients are usually unshaven guys whose sense of personal hygiene is all but nonexistent. I wasn’t ready for a tall, leggy blonde who showed up wrapped in a tan trench coat, with a wide hat pulled low on her face. She moved gracefully but quickly, slipping through the door and closing it behind her. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said she didn’t want to be recognized. I wondered idly what she was wearing under the trench coat.
I knew she was trouble the minute she walked into my office. I’m the type of PI whose clients are usually burly cab drivers or truckers who are afraid their wives are fooling around while they’re out driving around and want me to get dirty pictures. What they do after that is none of my business.
This one was different. Like I said, my clients are usually unshaven guys whose sense of personal hygiene is all but nonexistent. I wasn’t ready for a tall, leggy blonde who showed up wrapped in a tan trench coat, with a wide hat pulled low on her face. She moved gracefully but quickly, slipping through the door and closing it behind her. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said she didn’t want to be recognized. I wondered idly what she was wearing under the trench coat.
