It took me less than thirty minutes to shower and get ready to meet Mrs. Coogs about Brent. It felt wrong to be so excited about someone going missing, but I needed the money. There was also the constant reminder that if I planned to make this PI business my career-which I did-I'd have to get used to making money off the backs of cheaters and other malcontents.
Good thing I lived in Pelican Bay where they ran rampant.
I tied my blonde hair back into a loose bun at the bottom of my neck as I slipped on my shoes. The best part of letting my hair grow out included no longer needing to use a flat iron to get it bone straight. The weight of my hair alone did it. It also allowed me to tie it up and hopefully still look professional.
Rather than a cat riding a pizza shirt like I'd worn the da
