Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 4

I motioned to the chair sitting in front of my desk and she sat down, smoothing out her skirt as she did. I pulled a packet of cigarettes from my inner coat pocket and smacked it against the palm of my hand. The butt end of a cigarette slid out the top like a magic trick. I held it out. She refused it. I wasn't offended. I brought the pack toward my face and clamped my lips on the cigarette, pulling it out. I picked up the lighter and lit it as I slowly sat back down at my desk...