Howard Wallace, P.I.
Howard Wallace, P.I.
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Howard Wallace, P.I.
“What’s with the get-up? Is that the company uniform or something?”
“This? All P.I.s wear a trench coat.”
“Dude, that’s a brown bathrobe.”
I shrugged and straightened out my sleeves. “First rule of private investigation, Ivy: work with what you’ve got.”
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Howard Wallace, P.I.
shadow of a pug
My partner scanned the message and a slow grin took over her face as she said our four favorite words: “We have a case.”
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Howard Wallace, P.I.
sabotage stage left
"Is that our twelve o'clock I see lurking over there?" Ivy rolled up on her tiptoes to peer over my shoulder. "They look twitchy."
"Waiting's good," I said. "Builds character."
"What?" Ivy slid me a sideways look. "Are we billing by the hour now?"
gnome is where your
heart is
The golden rule of Shady Elms Retirement Home was listed clearly on the front door:
No unaccompanied minors after six p.m.
Which was why I was not using the front door.
WAKING THE DEAD AND OTHER FUN ACTIVITIES
Bringing people back to life was an unusual service for a funeral home, but it was one my family did with great pride.
Unless the deceased in question was my grandmother's mortal enemy.
Apparently, then, we got a little cranky about it.
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