Blue Eyed Blues

It was a surprisingly cold night in the office. The shudders let only the light of the streetlights in. Being as unofficial as I was, I had no paper work and spent my days and nights looking out the shuddered window for activity and excitement. It was another one of those nights, I thought to myself. I gave up on excitement and sat down at my desk in my green leather chair. Green wasn't my first choice, but it was cheap and being as unofficial as I was, I hardly had cash on hand. I was about to lean back and tilt my fedora forward when she walked in.

She was pretty tall for a gal, but better looking than the scum that comes in here usually. Her eyes were strangely confident as she walked up and placed this brown paper bag on my desk.

"I need you to do something", she told me.

Being as unofficial as I was, it was usually followed by, "and it's gonna be messy."
Not here thankfully.

I took a peek inside the brown paper bag hesitantly and my eyes lit up at the sight of the green in there. I should have figured from the way this gal dressed. Surprising sharp and sleek to be coming to me, then again I was praying for a surprise tonight.

Turns out I needed to check this guy out for her. Apparently he was doing some stuff behind her back and she wanted me to find out what exactly it was. Standard requests, though she probably needed to know fast, judging by the lump of dough on my desk. It would be easy stuff, I figured, plus I needed a new chair.

All I had to do on my part would be to tail this bastard for a couple of days, a couple of weeks at most. Routine for me.

Me and the gal got to talking and half way through the extravagant conversation, I realized I knew the guy. Not personally, but through a friend. I'd call her a contact, but that makes her sound too distant. I didn't let the tall gal know of this fact though she probably knew my friend anyway.

After we chatted for about an hour, she decided it was time to head off, and I strangely didn't want her to go, yet I opened the door for her anyway. As she headed down the hall and the front stairs I peeked my head out the door and watched her make her exit. Ol' Bobby happened to be sweeping his broom and walking by at the time.

"Another one, eh?" he said at me. He winked too, though with him that wasn't out of the ordinary. I never knew what he was truely thinking, but I got the gist of it.

"Yeah, Bobby, another one."

"She's a pretty sweet looking babe, I must say."

"Eh, I wouldn't call her a babe."

"Well what ever you call her, she seems like one to hang on to." I chuckled.

"If you say so, Bobby."

"You always have a way with words," Bobby said. We shared a smile and I pulled my head back in my office. Bobby was right, though. About her being a keeper and my lack of vocabulary.

I sat down at my desk and let out a sigh. I figured it should be time for me to get started on this case, and I reached for the receiver on my rotary phone. I stopped myself and froze there for a second. I leaned back in my green chair and tipped my fedora.

I'd get to work tomorrow. Or the next day.