Walter needed help and he needed it bad. He nervously dialed the number on the business card. He hung up the phone and let out a sigh as he sat down. He stared out the into the cold, city night searching for any signs of the detective. Bored, he went back to shuffling the paperwork on his desk. He reclined back in his chair and heard a squeak. He looked down and decided he would have to get that fixed soon. When looked up the detective was standing in front of him. Walter didn’t move. “Anthony Reed, Private Detective”, he announced while adjusting his hat. Silence draped the room like a wet blanket on a campfire as the two stared at each other. “But you’re a.. a.. a..”, Walter begins. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Get it out of your system. A little birdee told you, right? I hear THAT all the time,” Anthony said. “But..but..but..”, Walter continued. “Look, I’ve got 2 kids, a wife and a hot dinner waiting for me at home. Can we move this along?” Anthony said impatiently. “But, you’re a BIRD !” Walter exclaimed.