The Case of the Absent Answers

<p>The name's McKinney. Mickie McKinney. I'm a gumshoe a private eye to those</p><p>who speak my lingo and a detective to those that don't. I'll find your cat or bust the monster under your bed and I ain't afraid of the dark either. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I was sitting with my size six shoes propped up on the corner of my battered desk watching the bubbles from my pipe floating toward the water-stained ceiling above my head when a slender feminine figure slipped in – her form a silhouette framed by the light of the hallway.</p><p>Blonde blue-eyed she was prettier than the soap bubbles over my head but the tear in her eye said that she was a damsel in distress and needed my help.</p>