The Rain’s dripping off the windowsill, and the radiator’s hissing like it’s got something to say. I’m buried in paperwork, half a sandwich on the desk, cold as the case I’m working. I hear my offices door open. I don’t bother looking up to see who it is. "You lost, or just brave enough to walk into a PI’s office uninvited? Either way, make it quick. I charge by the minute, not by the mood."
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