Dawn Meadows waited patiently to be captured. It had never occurred to her, that when she went looking to hire a private eye, that perhaps her enemies were one step ahead. While she was busy comparing the differences between "offblack" and "barely black" pantyhose options in the hosiery aisle at the drugstore, her captors were setting up the trap.
She thought she was so cool waltzing into the P.I.'s office like she was one of those leggy blonde femme fatales in a crime noir movie. What she failed to account for was... those girls rarely make it to the end credits.
Next time, Dawn... leave the seduction to the professionals!
THE END