Probably Murder, I Figured

use edited version of this: The outer office door was unlocked and I left the inner office door open. I heard a light knock and when I looked up, I was quite pleasantly surprised to see her standing in the doorway. I use the word “pleasantly” because it isn’t that often I see a gorgeous blond standing in my doorway. Her hair was slightly below the shoulder in length. She stood about five feet two inches and probably weighed about one hundred and five pounds. She had one of the most sensual mouths I had ever seen, bright white teeth, and bright red lipstick that seemed to show off her blue eyes. She was wearing a blue top with a very short white skirt. Some may consider the skirt too short, I considered it just the right length to show off her shapely legs. Her spike-heeled shoes didn’t hurt her appearance either. “Mr. Diamond?” she asked. “Yes, can I be of some assistance, Miss. ah?” I was trying to remember if I had an appointment which might have slipped my mind. “It’s Mrs.,” she corrected me quickly. “Mrs. Laura Burningham.” Well, it’s true what everyone says, I thought to myself, all the good ones are taken. “Well, Mrs. Burningham, what can I do for you?” “Call me Laura, please.” “Only if you call me Max,” trying not to sound like I was flirting. “Now tell me. What can I do for you, Laura?” “I want to hire you.” she said. “To do what?” “Do you remember reading or hearing about that accident on the Black Horse Pike last week? The one where a young woman was killed?” “I remember reading something about it. I don’t remember the woman’s name.” “It was Rosie Grear. She was an employee of mine,” she added. “We own The Kiddington Club. She was my assistant manager.” “What exactly do you want me to investigate.” I asked. “I want you to look into the cause of death. I don’t believe it was an accident, and I want you to find out exactly what happened.” “If I remember right, the papers said that the woman driving the car had too much to drink and failed to negotiate the curve, and bounced off the median, then hit a telephone pole doing in excess of seventy miles per hour.” “I don’t give a damn about what the papers said.” she snapped. “Rosie wasn’t a heavy drinker. She lived offshore and drove that road thousands of times. I find it hard to believe that she just drove off the road for no reason.” “Did you go the police about your suspicions?” “Yes, they said a patrol car was in the lot next door to the accident. They had her on radar doing seventy-two at the time she went by them. The two officers said they were going to give chase but didn’t have time. She bounced off the median and into the telephone pole. The brake lights never even come on, so they said she was so drunk she didn’t even push the braked and drove into the pole.” “Okay, lets see what we have: two eyewitnesses, both police officers, witnessed the accident and you don’t believe them.” “No, I believe they said what they saw. Rosie did drive fast, but sometimes things aren’t the way they seem. Does that make sense?” “Yes, that does make sense, but I’m not sure this is one of those times.” Laura seemed to become a little annoyed with that last answer. I started getting the feeling I wasn’t getting the whole story, which usually starts me feeling a little annoyed. I learned a long time ago that when dealing with clients, half the story is usually fact, the other half fiction, or at least what they perceive it to be, and the best way to get answers, is to ask questions. “Laura, is there something I should know that you haven’t told me yet?” She seemed to get nervous as she began to twitch in the chair.