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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred _ Page 26 of 307 "Yeah. Sorry I asked. Please keep all that stuff to yourself. I've heard your story before. Staying in because you're afraid your grandma will have a heart attack if you leave. I've heard it all. Yeah, I was a cop. Why do you ask?" "Just a guess. A lot of cops become private investigators after they retire." I said. "Yeah, I was a cop. I saw what happened behind closed doors in a lot of the perfect people's homes. Let's just put it this way, what I saw makes me want to puke." I figured I better not go poking around there. I grunted. "Listen, I got a meeting with a guy on Tuesday. There'll be some stuff. I'll call you." He handed me an envelope. "That's for today. Go get those prints in the mail." I didn't look into the envelope until I was bouncing down the road away from his place. He had overpaid me. By a lot. Maybe you make extra for training. I wasn't going to ask. CHAPTER 5 When I got home Einar was driving his backhoe around on the lawn. When I say home I just mean where I live. I'm not a home owner. I'm a house renter, and I have an incredible deal renting one of Einar's houses. Einar,' which is pronounced Aynar, is a retired executive from Kentucky Fried Chicken. He owns several houses. I don't think he rents out these houses to profit from |