Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 3

As beautiful as she was, she looked totally out of place.  Like the proverbial fish out of water, a stranger in a strange land. She cautiously approached my desk.

I stood up quickly and she jumped back like a frightened newborn deer. Her beautiful green eyes looked panic-stricken. Abject terror shot out at me like bolts of electricity and I was a lightning rod. I held my hands up, palms out, saying, "It's okay, honey. I don't bite. Well, not hard, anyway."

Her mouth produced a smile that even in its weak state could light up the entire universe...