"Odd", I thought as her scent followed her out the room like a poodle with an appointment at the salon, "that's how I make owl noises".

I picked up the business card, turned it over in my hand, twice, opened the middle drawer to my right, took out a small plastic box that once bore my business cards and dropped it in.

I held the lid of the box in my hand staring blankly at the yellowed card taped to the lid, the tape was peeled up at the edge and was dirty.

Lazlo Laurenz
Private Dick
Laurenz, Bartholomew & Wicket LLP
555-1525

I needed to speak to Bart, I knew where he's be, every day since Wicket left he'd been...