"There isn't any need to be shy about asking." He was around forty, a wide man–not fat, but wide – with a sharp-nosed, Roman sort of face and dampness beneath the arms of his pale blue dress shirt despite the frigid air-conditioning in his small office. The boy, in his early or mid-twenties, squirmed in the chair before Garvy's desk, crossing and uncrossing his ankles. "Nobody recommended you or anything. I saw your classified ad in the paper: Garvy Detective Agency— Shadows Everywhere. Idon't know much about hiring a private investigator." "It's like any other business arrangement," Garvy said with a reassuring smile, "only what you're paying for here are facts–cold facts. Obtaining those facts is my business. You might say, corny as it sounds, that I'm dedicated to pursuing truth." The boy, who'd said his name was Dan Windemer, sighed as two vertical frown lines appeared above the crosspiece of his heavy-framed glasses. He was a slight, nerve-ridden youth with pale, quick hands.
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