The Dame had a Case, she was one …
This case was a doozy. Most cases usually are. But the dame was cute. And snooping pays the bills, especially Bill, my bookie and Bill, my probation officer. The names Hughie Dunnit. I’m a PI, it says so on my door.
All was sweet until the alarm went off like the shriek my ex-wife made when she discovered my underwear fetish. And my mistress. Mainly my mistress.
This scene was shaping up badly so I split before his goons could do the same to me.
This much was clear, though: she was the Kingpin’s favourite squeeze. My fee had just tripled overnight.