The P.I

Chapter 1

"Here is half of the agreed upon price. You will get increments of the rest with every piece of evidence until either the case is solved or you bring enough evidence until the other half has been payed." My client said as we shook hands. "Alrighty then, you have a great day sir." I tell him as he walks to the door that has the come on in we're open sign facing the street.

I sit down in my desk chair and lean back and admire my office, it's a standard office. A few pictures on the wall here and there of different past clients. There is even one picture on my wall of me shaking the hand of the town mayor. That case was where he had his glasses stolen and was too sentimental about them to buy new ones.

His glasses were stolen by his own secretary, which she knew that he was too sentimental about those glasses.

On my desk there is my desk calender. The month is February, the date: the 18th. The case that was just presented was about a man's who thinks his wife is snooping about with another guy. If you know what I mean.

The man's name is Johnny McKee. He is a business attorney who works for one of the most prestigious firms in all of Washington. His dossier says he's 45. My first guess is that he can't get it up so his wifey is trying to find a way to satisfy her needs. But hey, I'm not supposed to make any inquires until I have evidence on her.

I think to myself, "I'll go track her down tomorrow and check her out, see what she's upto." I get up and go over to my wall and press a button. When I press the button a section about 3×3ft comes out of the wall and separates in the middle and inside is collection of cigars and fine liquor.

I pull out a cigar, a lighter and my finest small batch bourbon and pour myself a glass. I then walk back to my desk and sit down again. I take a sip of my bourbon and lean back...

I wake up still sitting at my desk, I must've fell asleep because I look at the clock on the wall and it says 5:30am and it was 7:45pm when I was drinking. "Dammit!" I think to myself as I jump up and go for my hat. "I need to get moving." I say to myself as I exit my office. Then think to myself. "I never did smoke that cigar." So I go back in my office and grab it and my lighter and return to where I was.

I fumble with my car keys as I walk over to the driver side and unlock my 2018 challenger hellcat. I slide in behind the wheel and start her up. The radio starts playing a rock radio station as I pull away from the curb.

I'm driving down main street while looking at the dossier of the man's wife. She lives off of convert street. That is about 2 and a half miles away. There is also a bomb was straightaway on the way so I might as well stretch the hellcat's legs and unwind her.

I am looking forward to unleashing her on the street. I come around the turn and tap the gas as that sends her into a medium drift like state. I hold the steering wheel tight as the car shifts back straight. I keep steadily pressing the gas until I look at the speedometer says 199, 200,201. "Damn I love this car." I say out loud. I drop her speed down to about 60 mph right before I see a cop, because I know they love to sit at the end of the straightaway. They've been trying to get me for a few months because of this car.

I mean, could you blame them. I would be a speeding ticket trophy in the department, but I never let them get me.

I pass by the cop that's running radar for the other side of the road and keep going down towards convert street.

I find convert street and pull up about a block away from the house. It's a nice one story house for a lawyer. It has an L.A look to it with grey and black walls. The only car sitting outside is a nice Mercedes AMG in the driveway. It's red with black accents. Then, a man in a nice suit walks out of the house. The man is Johnny McKee, the lawyer. He slides into the Mercedes and speeds off.

I wait about an hour or two before something happens.

After an hour and a half of the husband being gone, I see a 1969 Chevelle pull up to the curb and cut off. A white man about 6'5 gets out of the car and walk up to the door. When he gets to the door it opens without him touching it revealing a Mrs. McKee in lingerie. She then pulls him into the house and closes the door. As I'm sitting here I can only imagine what's going on in there but I don't and keep watching the house. Then, I get the money shot from my car as they are making out in front of the living room window. I snap the picture and then lay down the camera.

I pick up my cellphone and send a picture of the guy to my assistant Susan. "Can you find out who this is?" I type in and hit send.

"Mr. McKee, John Flanagan how are you today." I say into my cellphone when I'm back at my office. "Good, have you found anything on her?" He asks with a shaking voice. " Yes, but first I want you to get a glass of whiskey to calm those nerves." I tell him because if the shaking voice. "Ok, ok I'm calming just tell me what you know." He says after I hear him sip. "Prepare yourself."

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