Chapter One
VINCE ABSENTLY STUDIED the nameplate he held in his hands, tracing the letters with his index finger over and over, as if answers to his current problem could be found within the engraved wood and gold leaf. VINCENT MARCELLI—PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. It had been a parting gift from his friend and ex-commanding officer, Sergeant Bill Anderson.
Placing the nameplate back at the front of his cluttered desk, Vince jabbed a frustrated hand through his hair, grumbling a few choice cuss words. He had never failed to solve a case—until now.
His projects usually consisted of insurance fraud, husbands or wives looking for concrete proof of infidelity to reap all of the benefits after the divorce, and companies trying to bust the less-than-honest employee. He had always caught them, too. B
