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I knew she was trouble the minute I laid eyes on her.
She stood there at my door, a tiny docile little thing. Pegged
her immediatley; Bookworm, librarian...someone's maiden Aunt.
Probably has 52 cats. She stood waiting by my scratched flimsy
door... fidgety and nervous.
I smiled at her. (hmm might have been more of a grimace)
I seemed to have frightened the poor girl. Not her fault I
was in such a grumpy mood. I was late. Again!! My own
damn business and I've yet to open the door on time.
See? Right there on the grimy etched glass - S.O.S Private
Investigations Hours: 9 am - 6 pm. I didn't need to look at
my watch, to know it was damn near 10:00. Sighing, I sat
and my briefcase on the floor and fished around for my keys.
"Good morning, Lemme just get this door opened..." I found
the right key and as I put my hand on the door ...I realized
I wasn't going to need it. "Dammit!", I screeched at the top
of my considerable lungs, as I realized my door had been jimmied.
Little Miss Mouse, musta jumped 2 feet in the air. Looking
over my shoulder, I put my finger to my mouth, "Ssssh, they
might still be in there." Her eyes couldn't have gotten
any bigger and she melted back so close to the wall she could
have passed for wallpaper, her little hand going to her throat,
(ain't she dainty?)
Reaching into my trench coat (mind you-- minus the liner, I was
friggin' freezing!!) I pulled out my short barrel 7.65 Bulldog (thought she'd faint at the sight of that!) and slowly opened the door and peered inside. Motioning to Miss Mouse to stay where
she was, I slowly walked into my outer office, quietly searching
for a possbile unwanted guest. "Clear" I whispered to myself
and moved towards the inner office. I could see the wash room
was clear (the door was open) and when I realized my would
be burglar wasn't there, I reached for the light chain and turned
on my little 40 watt. "It's clear, Miss. Come on in", I hollered
over my shoulder. Seems it wasn't necessary. She stood hugging
the doorjamb. (Doesn't anyone know how to follow orders
anymore??)
She stood there her mouth gaping open at the mess before her.
I opened my blinds to further illuminate the dingy room. Didn't
really help much. The weak April light of a Chicago sky strained
to be actually called DayLight, (trust me, we use the term lightly
around here.) The sky was still overcast, had been since last
October. "Oh my," she whispered. Straightening her spine,
she asked me, "Ummm, shouldn't you call the police?"
I looked at her puzzled and she limply waved at the mess in
front of her. There were files everywhere, newspapers piled,
the cushions on the sofa were strewn on the floor. "Why?"
I asked her. "Look what they've done to your office?" she
seemed somewhat outraged at the massive mess in front of her.
"This?" oh....."it always looks like this." Though I did have
the grace to blush a bit. Her mouth dropped to the floor
as I headed for my file cabinet, dammit that lock had been
jimmied. Now, I'm gonna have to find out which files were
missing. Wishing I had a bottle of tequila to fortify me, instead
I headed for the small hot plate to start coffee.
She stood there at my door, a tiny docile little thing. Pegged
her immediatley; Bookworm, librarian...someone's maiden Aunt.
Probably has 52 cats. She stood waiting by my scratched flimsy
door... fidgety and nervous.
I smiled at her. (hmm might have been more of a grimace)
I seemed to have frightened the poor girl. Not her fault I
was in such a grumpy mood. I was late. Again!! My own
damn business and I've yet to open the door on time.
See? Right there on the grimy etched glass - S.O.S Private
Investigations Hours: 9 am - 6 pm. I didn't need to look at
my watch, to know it was damn near 10:00. Sighing, I sat
and my briefcase on the floor and fished around for my keys.
"Good morning, Lemme just get this door opened..." I found
the right key and as I put my hand on the door ...I realized
I wasn't going to need it. "Dammit!", I screeched at the top
of my considerable lungs, as I realized my door had been jimmied.
Little Miss Mouse, musta jumped 2 feet in the air. Looking
over my shoulder, I put my finger to my mouth, "Ssssh, they
might still be in there." Her eyes couldn't have gotten
any bigger and she melted back so close to the wall she could
have passed for wallpaper, her little hand going to her throat,
(ain't she dainty?)
Reaching into my trench coat (mind you-- minus the liner, I was
friggin' freezing!!) I pulled out my short barrel 7.65 Bulldog (thought she'd faint at the sight of that!) and slowly opened the door and peered inside. Motioning to Miss Mouse to stay where
she was, I slowly walked into my outer office, quietly searching
for a possbile unwanted guest. "Clear" I whispered to myself
and moved towards the inner office. I could see the wash room
was clear (the door was open) and when I realized my would
be burglar wasn't there, I reached for the light chain and turned
on my little 40 watt. "It's clear, Miss. Come on in", I hollered
over my shoulder. Seems it wasn't necessary. She stood hugging
the doorjamb. (Doesn't anyone know how to follow orders
anymore??)
She stood there her mouth gaping open at the mess before her.
I opened my blinds to further illuminate the dingy room. Didn't
really help much. The weak April light of a Chicago sky strained
to be actually called DayLight, (trust me, we use the term lightly
around here.) The sky was still overcast, had been since last
October. "Oh my," she whispered. Straightening her spine,
she asked me, "Ummm, shouldn't you call the police?"
I looked at her puzzled and she limply waved at the mess in
front of her. There were files everywhere, newspapers piled,
the cushions on the sofa were strewn on the floor. "Why?"
I asked her. "Look what they've done to your office?" she
seemed somewhat outraged at the massive mess in front of her.
"This?" oh....."it always looks like this." Though I did have
the grace to blush a bit. Her mouth dropped to the floor
as I headed for my file cabinet, dammit that lock had been
jimmied. Now, I'm gonna have to find out which files were
missing. Wishing I had a bottle of tequila to fortify me, instead
I headed for the small hot plate to start coffee.
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