A dark night in a city that knows how to keep its secrets, but on the twelfth floor of the Acme Building one man is still trying to find the answers to life’s persistent questions — Guy Noir, Private Eye.
The phone rang. It was 9 o’clock in the morning. “Is this David’s Travel?” asked the voice on the other end of the line. I didn’t recognize who it was at first. He was speaking in disguise. It was a private investigator. No, not Guy Noir. A real private investigator (with apologies to Garrison Keillor).
“Hey, I need a big, fancy, expensive hotel suite in the big city,” he said. “Ya know, huge living room, separate bedroom, expansive views. Maybe even a grand piano. Got the picture? I need to check in today for a couple of nights. Can you get me something like that?”
I turned the thought over in my mind, […]
Published by David Ourisman
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