Shadows on 5th Avenue
The woman who walked into my office did not introduce herself. She sat down, placed a manila envelope on my desk, and said: "I want you to find a man." I asked which man. She said: "You already know." The envelope contained fifty dollars—half upfront, half when I delivered results. I did not ask what kind of results. In fifteen years of private investigation, I had learned that clients who...
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