A/N: I know it's been a while and this is as story I got right off the book Snoops in the City...so I hope you enjoy, and please tell if you like it!
Torrie was glancing down at a newspaper-prepared to find any opening job. She's already applied to the interesting ones but none of them had called for an interview in over four weeks. Then the phone rang. She eagerly picked it up hoping it would be for a job interview.
"Hello?" she answered, trying to sound casual.
"Hello, mamacita," said her cousin Eddie. Eddie was her mom's nephew and also the only one in four brothers who hadn't had a real job. He was a private investigator.
"Hey, Ed…you know I haven't seen you since I moved here six months ago. You really should return my calls,"Torrie clutched the phone between her ear and shoulder. She roamed through the fridge and pulled out a small pint of flavored yogurt.
"Busy, busy, busy,"he responded. She looked around her New York apartment. She found her usual stuff. Then she went up the stairs and into her bedroom.
"How so?"Torrie asked.
"Well it beats being a security guard, trust me,"Eddie sighed.
"Atta boy, Ed. I mean, even as a kid I always told the neighborhood kids you would make a good snoop. Just because you were always hiding in the bushes with binoculars didn't mean you would grow up to be a Peeping Tom."She called her cat, Cali. The small multi-colored cat hopped on Torrie's queen size bed.
"Are you still looking for a job?"Eddie asked.
"I have one, but still looking,"she thought about her job at McMahon Make-Up Industry run by Stephanie McMahon, daughter to one of the richest people in America.
"I have one for you."Torrie thought about it.
"No way am I spying on people...it's wrong, it's butting into people's privacy, it-"
"Is MONEY! This lady is giving us $6000 to investigate...not spy,"Eddie explained.
"I don't know..."Torrie stuttered. "I think I'm going to have to pass on this one Ed." She hung up the phone when there was a hard knock on the door.
"Hello, Ms. Jackson,"Torrie greeted unpleasantly. Ms. Jackson was the manager of the apartments.
"You're three days late on your rent...again. I'm here to pick up the money,"she said sternly.
"There must be some sort of misunderstanding- you're husband told me I had an extra two weeks."
"Well, that's the misunderstanding. That's not allowed. So cough up!"
"George said I had to weeks!"Torrie shut her mouth.
"Did you just call my husband George?"
"I mean Mr. Jackson...sorry. Two weeks I'll have it," Torrie promised. For the last six months she's been here she has failed to pay her rent on time. She has also failed to have sex. There was only one way to get the money. "Eddie, it's me. I'll do it."