George Hamilton Private Eye: A Tight Fit
Author's Note: I wrote this story for my friend's birthday/Christmas/st. patrick's day/ valentine's day/anything else you'd give someone a present for. I'm really proud of it and it's the first story I have ever finished, I hope you all enjoy it.
Chapter one: A Surprising Case
"It was only a week ago, but I had done it. I finished my last case, made enough cash to sustain me for a while, and I was celebrating, well celebrating isn't right; getting drunk is closer."
The smoky haze lifted just enough to allow George to see the swallow pool of scotch in his glass right before he drained the rest of the glass. Stifling a cough, George took another drag on his cigarette. The night air felt cool against his skin, and a small breeze futilely tried to make its way into his office, but to no avail. George sat up and placed his emptied glass on the table, getting ready to pour himself another. He reached for the ice box to his right, when he heard the door open in his the foyer. His hand frozen in air, George opened the drawer and reached for his gun. Gun in hand; he waited praying it wasn't someone from the King's gang wanting revenge for putting away their "fearless" leader David not a week ago.
George held his breath, preparing to overturn his desk in front of him and unload all hell onto the next person who walked into that door. He watched the door handle giggle and turn, the door slid open without a single noise. George had the gun aimed at the door, finger slightly squeezing the hair trigger. Slowly opening the door was a tall blonde, with shoulder length hair, tied into a pony tail. She wore the most breath taking blue dress with a slit in the front that went all the way up her mile high legs.
"It was then that she walked into my life, the dame that would both give me a reason to go on and the danger that might end my life as I know it. Little did I know she wasn't exactly here for me, but my services."
"You, aiming to use that?" She said, hinting towards George's gun.
"Heh, sorry doll." George said putting his gun away. "I could tell that this dame was no ordinary dame. I had an uneasy feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy request.
"What can I do for you?" George asked as he pushed the hammer carefully back down on his gun and put it back in his desk drawer. He leaned back once again, and folded his hands in front of his stomach. The woman sat in the leather chair, minding the slit in her dress as she did.
"I read your ad in the paper and had heard some good things about you. That's why I need your help. It's an urgent matter that requires the utmost attention and discretion." She emphasized the last
words while leaning in close to George's desk. She pulled a little envelope out from inside her small handbag and pushed it across the desk. George took it and opened it; inside there were pictures.
"They were the most disturbing pictures I had ever seen in my entire life. How something like that could even try and get away with that was far beyond me. It took all I had not to lose my stomach looking at those pictures."
"I can tell by the look on your face that you understand why I just had to come to you. I need it back, it was stolen from my personal vault and used for…for that." The woman stifled a tear, and George pulled the handkerchief out from his pocket to give to the woman. She accepted it graciously and blew her nose loudly. "S…sorry." She handed George back his handkerchief, who took it between his index finger and thumb, holding it away from his body.
"I was strangely fascinated by this woman, and yet I didn't even know her name.
"So then, you want me to get your…family heir loom back? That's it?" George asked surprised at how easy this job was going to be.
"Yes, that's all. Why, is this too small for you?" She asked.
"This dame didn't have the first clue at how much I'd do to make end's meat.
"No, it just seems like something the police can handle, but I'll take your case."
"Oh? Thank you!" She immediately began fumbling around in her handbag. "Here, this is all I could come up with at the moment, but if you're willing, I can try to get more if it's not enough."
"Look Dollface, just give me what'cha got right now and we'll see how much I need at the end, okay?" A smile spread across her face as she handed George the wad of bills.
"She obviously didn't know how much it would cost to undergo an investigation like this, she handed me almost five hundred dollars too much. I think I understand how much this case means to her."
The woman stood to leave, but George spoke up. "Wait, I don't even know your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry I never did introduce myself, I'm Lennox, Cindy Lennox."