The case should have been a cakewalk. Babysit a swanky dinner party and make sure all the guests leave alive. What detective in their right mind could turn a job like that down? But when the guest list reads like a who's-who of international intrigue, somebody is bound to end up Dead Before Dessert.
In the rain.
The pitter-patter of raindrops hurled down against the window of my office.
To kill time, I was shifting through past files. Usually, I try to keep all of my important cases up front, in full view of potential clients. Unfortunately, I reorganized those cases yesterday and some of the more embarrassing cases shuffled themselves to the front. I pulled a file at random and a news clipping fell out with a headline reading, “P.I. Falls Out Of Tree Rescuing Cat.”
Now please don’t judge me too harshly on that case. If only I wasn’t allergic, those pesky cat cases wouldn’t be so aggravating.
I opened the next case file. It was the "The Elimination for the Emerald,” as the press had named it. I pain...