As soon as the dame walked into my office I knew she was trouble. Dressed all in black despite the sweltering heat, hair pulled back in a severe bun, clutching a little gold purse. And what was she thinking with those shoes?
Still, she was quite a looker, no doubt about that.
“Have a seat,” I said. “Now what can I do for you today.”
“It’s my husband,” she said. “I think he’s been cheating on me.”
I shook my head. “Sorry, lady. I don’t take those kinds of cases.”
“I came to you because my friends told me you were the best.” She regarded me coolly. “Maybe they were wrong.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe they were right.”
“I just can’t stand not knowing,” she said. Her fingers lingered nervously at the top button of her blouse. “If I find out he’s really been seeing that little tramp, I’ll murder him.”
“That seems a bit drastic.”
And then she smiled for the first time. A mysterious little smile. “I should be tramp enough for him.”
Something about her. That smirk, those flashing eyes. She reminded me of someone–but that was a long, long time ago.
I sat back in my chair and tapped the end of a pen against my teeth.
“I’ll take the case,” I said finally. “But it’s gonna cost you.”
She leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. It felt as though she were looking right through me.
“I’m willing to do… anything,” she said.
Then she sat back and looked away. She raised her hands to fuss with her hair.
I leaned on the intercom. “Hold all my calls, will you.” Then I got up and slowly walked around the desk until I was standing beside her.
“Now,” I said. “Let’s talk.”