My place of business, Kittner Investigations, wasn't much, but it was mine. In my world, that meant a lot. On one side of the ten-by-ten room sat my desk, an impressive structure made from two beige double-drawer filing cabinets with an old wooden door laid across the top. The setup gave me plenty of room for my laptop, micro printer and copious clutter, which made it perfect in my opinion. In the corner to the left, sat a red-painted crate supporting the all-important coffee machine, in front of me was the steel and silver reinforced door, and in front of that, two folding plastic chairs for the clients I was going to get any day now. As an extra precaution in case visitors came with something more in mind than hiring me, I'd secretly installed an escape hatch behind the classic Pirates of the Caribbean movie poster that hung on the wall behind me. After several weeks of work and a steep learning curve, I'd managed to quietly cut through the cinderblocks to the storage room on the other side.
