Chapter 4
Barb left the detective’s office, if you could call it that. She wasn’t exactly brimming with confidence in his abilities, but he seemed eager.
She wondered if she should have told him more about Maurice and his hobbies.
Nah. Dirk—that is, Mr. Knight—could handle himself. Maurice would take one look at Di—Mr. Knight’s large frame and confident smile, and faint.
Her tired old Civic wheezed and shuddered through the evening traffic as she made her slow way back to her utilitarian hovel of an apartment. Her family was on her to get a real job, so she could get a real place to live.
Screw that. She had dreams, dammit!
Dirk, Mr. Knight, was kinda cute.
Now where had that come from? Sure, he had that dark red hair that magically curled itself and a scatter of adorable freckles a
