Our detective agency is doing well, but it's taken a while to get started. When we returned, everything was finished. Our dads did a great job in painting each room with the correct colors, and no mishaps. They brought in all of the furniture and placed each piece in the correct rooms. We were very proud of them, and told them of our appreciation.
We opened our doors, waiting anxiously for our first customer. Three weeks after opening, in she walked.
She told us her name was Anita Sinclair, and she was once a famous movie star. Neither Kat nor I had ever heard of her before. She came into the office dressed like she was still living in the early fifties: platinum blonde hair, a big white hat, (later Kat told me it was called a picture hat), white gloves, spiked heels and a light blue suit. She was also wearing very big dark sunglasses. She looked like she'd come right out of a Sam Spade movie.
She told us she'd been blackmailed for over thirty years and she was now tired of it. "I have plenty of money, and can afford to continue to pay my blackmailer, but I want it stopped. My husband has passed away, and since he was the one I was hiding my past from, there's no need to continue to pay. I loved my husband very much, but now that he is gone why should I keep on paying to keep the blackmailer quiet? I don't care any longer. I don't know who it is, as I always send cash to a P.O. Box number.
"I want to hire you to find the person and retrieve the written information they have about me. I want the blackmailer arrested and put in prison for life. He or she is probably in their late sixties or early seventies, about the same age as . . ." She looked up at us and smiled, never finishing her sentence.
She opened her white purse and threw a wad of one hundred dollar bills on our desk. "This is your retainer. Twenty-five thousand dollars. If you find the blackmailer, I'll pay an additional hundred thousand. It will be cheaper than paying blackmail. Are the two of you interested?"
How could we turn that down? Our first case as professional detectives, a client who still lives in the fifties, and twenty-five thousand dollars lying on our desk. It didn't take Kat long to answer.
"Yes, Mrs. Sinclair, we'd love to take on your case."
Kat turned to me. I smiled and said, "Give us all the information you can. First, by telling us what city and state you send the money to."
"That's the easy part" she said. "I send it to a P.O. Box in Honolulu, Hawaii."
The Prayer
If you have never said a prayer to invite Christ into your life and would like to do it now, please say this prayer out loud.
"Dear Jesus, I believe You are the Son of God and that You died to take the punishment for all of my sins. I believe You rose from the dead just as You said You would. I now want to invite You to come into my life, to wash me clean and give me eternal life with You. Amen."
If you said this prayer, have faith that Jesus came into your life immediately, as He refuses no one. Please tell someone who you know is a Christian what you have done, and find a church and a Bible study that teaches Jesus is the way to eternal life, so God can work in you. You will be happy you did.
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