Today was pretty uneventful, though the snow, ice and slush is more or less melted into just slush at this point- very messy, but at least it's warmer, at least for the time being. There are various promotion type activities going on, which is good. There was also a barracks inspection, which reminded me that I need to do dishes tonight. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the epic tale that is my life.
So screw life. Life is boring. I think I'll just make stuff up. Let's see, here goes...
I could tell the second she walked through my door she was trouble. Red hair, blue eyes, curves in all the right places. I could tell right away too I would take the case.
"What do you know about Egyptology, Mr. Diamond?"
She cut right to the chase. I like that. No question of fees or references. Either she had done her research or she was desperate for help. That, and the dynamiting of Devil's Reef was still all over the papers. Funny, I lost my appetite for seafood after that case. Where the Waites got their money from, I never asked.
"I think I can help you," I said.
I had taken cases that most PIs thought too weird to handle. The case of Edward Waite was one of them. He had been a very unsettling person, I could see why no one wanted to work for him. Something about how his eyes seemed to stare, and never blink. But business was business.
"I believe my family to be cursed," she said. "For generations, no member of my family has survived past their thirty-third birthday. I am now thirty-two. I want you to find why this is."
Just my luck. She's either nuts or I'm about to have one of those days.
"My fees are..." I began.
"Money is no issue, Mr. Diamond", she interrupted. "I want answers, not negotiation".
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