With every step his boots sunk just little bit in to the soppy wet grass of the park. He stepped lightly so his feet wouldn't go too far down. He sidestepped to move towards dryer ground and headed for the park's only picnic table. He pulled his wool cap down over his ears so the wind, which was still a bit too cold for his liking, wouldn't give him an earache.
He hated meetings like this. Leaving the house at a scheduled time always made him anxious. He'd been thinking about this one meeting for three days now. Calm down, it's only five minutes away. She'll be here, we'll talk, and then she'll leave. He'd eaten two bowls of cereal that morning, his stomach was bloated. He wanted a seltzer water.
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She, the Private Eye
Mystery / ThrillerShe, a newly minted private eye, formally dull-eyed accountant. She, Andrea, free of romantic facades, free of nine to five, free to take on any case around the slick noir night streets of Toronto. Andrea takes on the case of Monterey, a high-end...
