Familiar Face
Monday morning, I showed up for work. Marshall and Dudley were holed up in the former’s office. Marshall only surfaced once to show me how to work the coffee machine and give me a pile of non-paying client files to call. Why didn’t he mention that I’d be doing that on Friday? I might have thought twice about the job. Reluctantly, I took the stack of files. Then the surly detective gave me forty bucks to go buy them breakfast with. Heck! How long had they been talking?
When I finally sat down to make the phone calls, I realized this job wasn’t as meaningless as I supposed. Actually, it was quite the opposite. The first file not only had the billing information but also contained the whole case history. Marshall was supposed to track down a missing person. Marshall had found
