Checking in with the detective #1

I’m halfway done falling down these stairs when I realize I should be wearing my leather pants and Doc Martins for this kind of a gig. Pimps don’t usually take kindly to P.I.s to begin with, add in the fact that I’m snooping around for someone who may be his top earner, minors typically are, and, really, I should have seen this coming. A wiser man would have said that this whole situation was my fault. I’m not that wise. At this point I’m falling slowly enough to look up and flick off the man whom I have to thank for this ride on this bumpy paint chipped slide. Men as ugly as Gabriel Garcia should not have a woman’s name.