Private Eye (7 of 8)
Added 2021-10-26 21:01:00 +0000 UTCA few final tugs on the ropes and the nosy blonde reporter wasn't going anywhere.
"Sorry about tying you up, but you know... can't have you going anywhere," I explained before chortling at myself. Dawn Meadows was sleeping off a heavy drink on top of my desk while New York City hustled and bustled far below. Even if she did hear my question, she wasn't likely to answer. In my haste, I had found a rag leftover from the previous month's cleaning crew (Hey, I ain't got the money for the weekly!). I stuffed the polish stained thing into her mouth and sealed it off with a tear of old tape I found in my desk drawer.
"The thing about your case is... well... it's sort of a conflict of interest...?" I confessed before the buzz of my phone jolted me off the couch. I scrambled to answer it.
"Yes? Hello? ...Yes... it was exactly as you said. She came to my office looking to hire me to find... yes... mmmhmmm... yes... I understand. Yes, she is... under control. Of course. As you requested."
