Chapter 5
She woke the next morning with a new determination which helped take her mind off her aching tummy. She needed to take Dirk a sample of her best dressing. Just so he could compare it with whatever he found at Maurice’s of course.
The red ribbon and hand-written label, For my favorite Private Eye…well, that was just being polite.
Barb called Dirk’s number. Mr. Knight’s number. The detective office. She couldn’t keep her head straight this morning. Must be aftershocks from several glazed donuts. And two cream-filled.
He answered on the third ring.
“Dirk Knight, Private Eye,” said her detective.
She smiled, glad to hear his voice.
“Mr. Knight? This is Barb. Barbara Collins. You agreed to look into my problem?”
“Um, yeah,” he said. He sounded odd, somehow. Slurred. She looked
