Gum shoe

Della’s mind was as dense as the evening fog rolling over the pier. You could see something moving around in there, but it was never clear what.

I curse the day she walked into my shabby, third-floor walk-up office. First thing I deduced was that she was dressed all wrong. Her floral print rayon sundress and matching teal brocade espadrille wedges were more suited for a tea party, not schmoozing with me, a low life private dick.

It didn’t take her long to spill her dark, sordid story, and it took even less time for me to take her case.

Inspiration: Dark
Inspiration: Dense and/or Obtuse

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