Chapter 36
“That’s my best friend, Darlene,” she said, when a rather voluptuous redhead undressed and crawled in bed with her husband.
I fast-forwarded some more.
“Oh my God,” she said, “that’s the older sister of my daughter’s best friend.”
“Is she legal?”
“Barely, I think.”
I stopped the machine, popped the DVD out of it, and placed it in its case. “Here you go,” I said, handing her the DVD, my report, and the all-important invoice which showed that she owed me quite a bit over and above the retainer she’d given me.
She glanced at the invoice, retrieved a wallet from her purse, and pulled some bills from it.
“Here you are,” she said, “and I can’t thank you enough.”
“All in a day’s work,” I said.
Jacksonville, FLSaturday morning