Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 56

I whispered a few things to Rosie as Kerri was closing the car door and making her way to the porch. Rosie nodded in agreement and winked at me.

She was quite a woman, Rosie. She had fiery red hair in curly locks that went way south of her shoulders; a pretty face that told her complete autobiography with every line and crease; a figure that still got quite a few offers from customers.

But Rosie gave that up long ago. Now she looks after her girls, which is why I was hesitant to come here, but couldn't help it.