Chapter 6: Briefing


    Chapter 6: Briefing


    When you’re the best, word gets around, and people starting to you. I was sitting at my desk,


    contemting the sorry state of crime in Los Angeles when this guy walks in. He’s tall, early twenties


    and dressed in an off-the-rack ck suit with white shirt and ck tie, the kind of uniform that just


    screams “FBI”. So it was a bit of a surprise when he shes this id at me saying he’s a spook, a spy


    type for our own CIA. Well, I had fingered him for some authority type.


    After making sure that I’m who the sign on my doors ims I am, he tells me that he has a job for me. I


    was floating along just fine on money I made from the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, so I could


    afford to be picky. I may be a hardboiled Private Dick, but I am one hundred percent all American and


    when my country calls and all that…


    This guy says it will involve body-guarding some show business dame named Ste. Well, the way he


    put it, I would be supplying “internal security” for her and her attendants during a couple shows


    overseas. I hoped she would have a body worth guarding. He gave me an address down by LAX and a


    time early the next morning. I told him I was between cases right then, so, yeah, I’d be there.


    With disparaging look around my office, he took his leave.


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    I opened the lower left hand drawer of my desk and had a good shot of whiskey. Us Private Dicks


    always do that at the beginning of a case.