Detective Story

It was late Sunday afternoon, I was trying to catch up on some serious drinking but those damn birds outside my window wouldn’t shut up, my thoughts about purchasing a gun to sort the problem were interrupted by a quiet knock at my door.

“Enter” I called out,

The door crept open and a tall blonde walked in she was dressed in a short black dress and had obviously been crying as her face was pale and her eyes red.

“Mr Jones?” she asked hopefully

Join now!

“Yes” I replied as I put down my glass smiling, she must have been the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

She looked at me and smiled weakly, I nodded to the seat in front of me she sat, resting her handbag on her lap.

I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs that lay on my desk, I put my drink to a side and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from one of the over stuffed desk drawers and lit up.

“Smoke?” I asked offering the pack

“Oh, no thank you” she replied

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