“I look ridiculous!” Carolyn said as she left for work.

Labor Day is the huge sale at the large thrift store where she works, and some wag thought it would be good if the employees all wore costumes today. The best one wins a $30 gift certificate for the store, which means with their discount the winner can get $60 worth of stuff.

Wife walked into the bedroom and asked my opinion, she had her hair in four small braided pigtails tied in shimmery ribbon (kinda hot), her regular tee-shirt and jeans. Pinned all about her were a silk scarf, several odd socks and a few laundry dryer sheets.

To my raised eyebrows she said,

“Static cling!” Hilarious.

If someone decided we had to wear costumes at work we would all don surgical scrubs and white labcoats and go around calling each other “Doctor,” like we were on ER. Which is to say much the same as every other work day as that is how we normally look.

I am writing a fictional silly private detective story for my other blog, first installment just posted.

For this blog I decided to post something from when i did actually work at a detective agency in the UK. This is a long post.

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Stories from the case files of a detective agency as remembered by the detective that gone and did ‘em, that being me.

The events are true, names have been changed, techniques censored and the case file numbers totally made up. Conversations recreated as best as my fuzzy memory will allow.

Case # 10A27643 “Surveillance”

I walked into the detective office, Joe the boss and Sam our ex-military Policeman were out on a case. In the office with me would be the accounts lady Gloria, two secretaries Susan and Tara and the female agent Samantha. I found all four ladies huddled around a small color monitor that was part of our video editing suite. They were watching a surveillance tape from one of our cases. It was a dark interior shot of a bar with a few people at tables and at the bar, the thumping beat of rock from the jukebox filled the audio track.

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