“Enjoying this more than I probably should have, I hurried over to the door and opened it.
My appointment—and potential new client—was right on time. His name was Charlie Anderson, and he was a tall fellow with a short, gray beard, bad teeth, nervous eyes and a peaceful aura. In fact, the aura that surrounded him was so serene that I did a double take.
I showed him to my back office where he took a seat in one of the four client chairs. I moved around my desk and sat in my leather chair, which made rude noises. I might have blushed if I could have.
I picked up my liquid gel pen and opened my pad of paper to a blank page. I said, “You mentioned in your email something about needing help finding something that was lost.”
“Stolen, actually.”
I clicked open my pen. “And what was that?”
“A safe,” he said.
I think I blinked.
Samantha Moon: First Eight Novels, Plus One Novella
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