The woman came into my office, her body language saying she
was worth several fortunes.
“So are you any good as a… Private Detective?”
“Best in Galveston.”
I said, ignoring the fact I was the only one. “How can I help you Mrs. Silverstein?”
“I want you to find someone for me. Roy Kennedy. He lived in
New York twenty years ago.” she
said in a quiet but firm voice.
“I see… Why?”
“How is that relevant?” she replied, testily.
“Well… Is he going to want to be found?”
“I hope so. Otherwise I’ll hate my mother that much more…”
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