As Detective Carl Sanquist was going over his case report for the 8th time, the most beautiful dame he’d ever seen came through the door. She was wearing a crimson red slip dress. Detective Sanquist could barely believe his eyes. This had to be Mrs. Gail Bordova, his client on this case. He was hired via a third party and this was their first time meeting, but he had heard about her beauty many times during his investigation.

“You must be Mrs. Bordova, your reputation precedes you. I imagine you’re here to discuss my findings on your slain paramour?” The intrigued gumshoe leaned forward for her response.

“Uhm, Carl… When you said you wanted to do a detective role play in bed… I wasn’t expecting you to take it so seriously—“

“Here’s what I’ve found, Mrs. Bordova,” He responded, cutting her off. “First off, I must say, and I truly hate to be so forward. But, It’s not only your husband without air in his lungs, you’ve absolutely taken my breath away.” The detective tipped his hat back just enough to reveal his eyes to her.

“Where did you even find this outfit? Why are you wearing a trench coat and hat? In bed none-the-less. I thought we were just going to talk sexy to each other to set the mood.”

“You’re an inquisitive dame, ain’t ye? A lot of questions for such a beautiful girl.” He knew this girl was trouble. The death of her husband left their union broken, he had to tread carefully. He was sipping directly from a metaphorical poison vial.

“Carl, please stop.”

“Shut your mouth, dame! I can’t stop, not until justice is served and his murderer is behind bars, ya see?” Detective Sanquist had a deep desire for justice. This wasn’t his first case, and certainly wouldn’t be his last.

“Carl… I think we need to go back to counseling.”