"Now," I said as I puffed on the cigarette, "what brings you here, Miss...?"

She ignored my fishing expedition for her name. She kept her fingers through the handle of the white purse as she rested it on her lap. Lucky purse.

She cleared her throat and raised her head up to look me in the eye. She'd regained a bit of composure.

"Mr. Randolph, I need you to find someone."

"That's not unusual," I said confidently. "Who is it you want me to find?"

She looked out the window and then back at me, teary-eyed.

"Me," she said.

Drabble published July 03, 2015 04:29

Drew Martyn over 5 years ago

Christopher, I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this - made even better by the totally unexpected last line.
Christopher over 5 years ago

Thank you both. I hope you're enjoying reading it as much I am writing it.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago

This is terrific. Chandleresque and economical. One of the few continuing stories I want to read.. Next please!
Christopher over 5 years ago

Neville, Chandleresque was indeed a compliment. One of my all-time faves. Thank you.
Christopher over 5 years ago

Thank you very much for all the kind words. I'm glad you're enjoying reading.

Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 5