In general, private investigators are regular citizens with varying degrees of law enforcement training—or they should have such training—who are hired to snoop around and get the dirt on something or someone e.g. hired by attorneys in civil and criminal cases, by insurance companies to check into claims, and in divorce cases to see who has been stepping out and with whom, especially when money, property, and child custody are at stake (a solid pre-
Forget the magnifying glass. Today they’re more like your local retired-
There’s the high-
My guy, local P.I. Roger Gooding, isn’t one of the multi-
And to think the profession was started by a criminal! Back in 1833, Eugène François Vidocq, a French soldier and criminal himself founded the first known private detective agency and hired fellow ex-
If Roger had been my first born, he would have been an only child (sigh). He’s always had his own way of doing things, which is fine—but he was always looking for an angle, too, which wasn’t. Once, when he was ten, I told him he could not go out and play with his friends until his homework was done. Half hour later, I heard voices inside the house. When his father and I went to check, Roger had his friends inside his bedroom, and one of them was doing his homework for him, at which time he pointed out that I said he couldn’t go out but never said that they couldn’t come in. And apparently I didn’t explicitly say how the homework was to get done. Do you see why he would have made a good lawyer? I spend a lot of time praying for that boy and his father—may he rest in peace—well, he spent a lot of time shaking just his head.
Then Roger went and married that Sheraline woman. It always struck me that there was more to that one than meets the eye but he was besotted and she did have good child-
But for now, this private investigation thing seems to make him happy so I guess there’s nothing I can do but keep praying he stays out of trouble. Thankfully, yesterday he said that his next client is in Holetown—the West Coast!—so it must be someone fairly elite. I mean, the
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I was hired to handle the paper work and as office security. Petite womendon’t look particularly intimidating but that’s the whole point. In just the first few weeks, though, I realized that my job at Good Investigations included making sure we weren't evicted or that the electricity wasn’t cut off.
I don’t understand my boss. He finds missing property, gets corrupt businessmen to come clean; he has even uncovered killers. But when it comes to women, his brain slows right down and either he can’t figure out a damn thing, or it takes him forever to do it. I have a bet going with myself how long it will take him to discover how his ex-
As for the ex-
For a minute, I considered a direct appraoch—following her outside, getting her a
Besides, I haven’t done that sort of thing in a couple years. For all I know, I could be losing my edge.