The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 6: Briefing

When you’re the best, word gets around, and people start coming to you. I was sitting at my desk, contemplating the sorry state of crime in Los Angeles when this guy walks in. He’s tall, early twenties and dressed in an off-the-rack black suit with white shirt and black tie, the kind of uniform that just screams “FBI”. So it was a bit of a surprise when he flashes this id at me saying he’s a spook, a spy type for our own CIA. Well, I had fingered him for some authority type.

am, he tells me that he has a job for me. I was floating along just fine on money I made from the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, so I could afford to be picky. I may be a hardboiled Private Dick,

business dame named Stella. Well, the way he put it, I would be supplying “internal security” for her and her attendants during a couple shows overseas. I hoped she would have a body worth guarding. He gave me an address down by LAX and a time early the next morning. I told him I was between cases right

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