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.

I made from the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, so I could afford to be picky. I may be a hardboiled Private Dick, but I am one hundred percent all American and when my country calls and

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

look around my office, he took his

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