“Most people call the police, don’t you think your over acting lady?”

She walked into his office and already owned the place. Her dark hair, her long legs, she could have been in a magazine or a movie.

“Half now, half from my lawyer once the messy business is over. I’m not paying you to asses my risks, Mr. D.”

He grunted and took the package, dropped it in his desk drawer without looking.

“You know this is binding, I do the job, this aint a movie darling.”

“I am well aware.”

That was the last time I saw her, she swept into my office like a ghost and left just as easily.