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I also noticed how her pink blouse and gray skirt hugged her figure.
Ã¢Â€ÂœMister Drake,Ã¢Â€Â? she said, “IÃ¢Â€Â™m making good progress on organizing your files.Ã¢Â€Â? At that moment she took her hands out of the drawer and I saw into her hollow sleeves. Continue reading →
She smiled, and the smile expanded into what would have been a grin.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOh damn!Ã¢Â€Â? I said. Her face was like a hollow mask. While she had cleverly coated her face in talcum powder and applied lipstick to her lips, she had no teeth. She looked like a hollow mask with red lips. Continue reading →
I was about two steps away from the door I heard someone step back away from me. In a flash, I lunged. I was hopping to grab the person but I only managed to slap some bare skin. The figure pushed me aside, seeming to become momentarily off balance in the process, then ran toward the stairs. I followed the sound of feet pounding down the wooden stairs and at the bottom noticed the door fly open by itself. Continue reading →
As she spoke she slowly pulled at the fingers of her glove then stripped it off. At that moment I thought of Natalie.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m actually here to ask him some questions about I case IÃ¢Â€Â™ve taken for someone else.Ã¢Â€Â? I said.
She was starting to pull off the other glove, more slowly this time. I then realized that I was staring and looked back at her face. She was smiling with intense pleasure.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWonderful thing, leather.Ã¢Â€Â? She said, Ã¢Â€ÂœIt stimulates all the senses. Sight, sound, touch, scent. DonÃ¢Â€Â™t you agree?Ã¢Â€Â? Continue reading →
Ã¢Â€ÂœWell just last Monday she said that Natalie ought to Ã¢Â€Â˜have her face erasedÃ¢Â€Â™. But IÃ¢Â€Â™m sure she didnÃ¢Â€Â™t mean it like in the movies, being Ã¢Â€Â˜rubbed outÃ¢Â€Â™ and all that. She probably would have destroyed some negatives or something.Ã¢Â€Â? Continue reading →
As I walked back to my office I thought about an angle that can never be ignored. In every case I have to consider the possibility that a client is not what they pretend to be. Although I had a good instinct for such things and felt rather confident about Miss Taylor’s sincerity I had to consider all possibilities. In some cases I’d even be set up. Sometimes people figure a private investigator makes a great alibi or can mislead the police like a herring throwing bloodhounds off a scent. Continue reading →
She then turned to face me and I almost startled. The white veil she was presently wearing was not nearly as thick as the black one I had first seen her in. And with the light coming through the window I clearly saw an empty hat on that woman. I thought to comment then thought better. I felt like a mutt caught in traffic, not knowing where to turn and sensing that every direction was the wrong direction. Continue reading →
As I leafed through some other pages an advertisement caught my eye. There was nothing new about it, that sort of ad was rather common. It was for ladies’ undergarments. The brassiere, briefs, and stockings were full, as if worn, but the attire was disconnected, with no apparent woman within. Continue reading →
I stole a fleeting glance at her clearly attractive legs. Attractively clear legs, I thought. Continue reading →
After a pause she quietly started to pull at the fingers of her open glove. I watched with a deep fascination, like a teen at his first strip club, as the top of the glove separated from the sleeve that extended just below her elbow. The sleeve looked entirely empty. Continue reading →