It’s raining. Not a nice spring shower either. It’s one of those nasty February jobs. You wouldn’t know it, but it’s two in the afternoon. The sky is dark enough for it to be closer to seven. There’s a half empty bottle of bourbon on the floor by the sofa, funny, I thought I’d finished that. I’m Sam. I’m a detective, or rather, I would be if someone would hurry up and hire me. Oh well, maybe a walk in the rain will help clear up this nagging headache. That’s when she walks in. I’m putting on my coat when […]
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
