Adrian.
“Hello,” the PI said in the coolest tone.
“Do you have a death wish?” I barked. “I pay you for a job, and you refuse to keep contact with me for weeks! Are you trying to screw me over?!”
I wish I was face-to-face with him. I would've placed a blow on his chin before I began my line of questioning.
“I expect a damn good reason, or else I’m going to make sure my guys track you down and give you a good beating.”
One of the conditions of his employment in the first place was to make sure that he kept in touch and reported back on every event in her life, no matter how small.
I’m sure there was a lot he had missed out on in the past few weeks. I should have heard the brass about her death from him before anyone else if he was doing his job properly.
“I have been busy,
