Staring at the door I can only sigh and shudder, half out of disgust and half on account of the booze from last night. Had it really come to this? Me, a dick? But there's no denying my name on the door, painted on the wavy privacy glass: Randall Hartmin, P.I.. I'd curse myself for a fool, but that's already been done and by plenty of men and women better than me. So, I fumble through getting the keys in the lock, a process so loud I miss the heavy footsteps on the stairs. Mistakes like that can get a guy killed in this business, but I can only hope I have time to learn. They don't kill you in accounting, but they will crucify you for your mistakes, take your license, reduce you to...well, I scan the dusty office and know what I've been reduced to. This kind of reflection and consideration is better left to those with more time on their hands. &quot;Mr. Hartmin, I hear you're good with numbers,&quot; the voice is heavy, a growl, and it's right behind me. Without turning all I can say is, &quot;Not anymore.&quot; 2007-10-25T21:16:57Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/12123 <p>I just read it over, and it&#8217;s not nearly as bad as you think. I rather enjoyed it.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/12123?basename=19712 2007-10-25T21:16:57Z Laine P. Grey http://ficlets.com/authors/lainegrey <p>Haha, I&#8217;m assuming that the word had a different meaning then.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/12123?basename=19711 2007-10-25T21:15:59Z Laine P. Grey http://ficlets.com/authors/lainegrey <p>could be a modern P.I.,title was funny.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/12123?basename=19669 2007-10-25T19:22:41Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf <p>Classic P.I. story, I enjoyed it, creative top notch!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/12123?basename=19668 2007-10-25T19:21:11Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf