"What?!" Both detectives exclaimed in tandem.
"Well I'm not one to pry....you know? I just hate nosy neighbours. You know the kind of people I'm talking about."
The two on the sofa were just staring at her.
"But I just knew there was trouble in paradise."
"How's that?" Josie asked.
"Well....one day I just happened to look out my front window, which I seldom do."
'Yeah sure!' They both thought.
"And I saw Mr. MacMillan leave the house with suitcases. He put them in his car and drove off in a hurry."
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#1 The Other WomanShort Story
Al Green. What could be said about a detective that could detect? Detect everything. He could detect truth. He could detect lies. But he couldn't figure out this one.