You want me to send flowers to a woman for you.” “Not from me, from us.” “Just get on the airplane and come home,” said Wendy. “Exactly what I plan to do. But we may need contacts out here and the woman’s like a local Mother Teresa—except for this one little quirk about being horny and luring men...
Flipping through the envelopes, I found a new case from Atlantic Casualty and a couple of circulars from the computer search companies—but no money. I ripped the circulars in half and dropped them in the trash. If they were the future for the detective business, Marg was right: It was time to thi...