I was now intrigued by the idea that the hot babe who dropped that explosive load in my office might, somehow, be related to the dead doctor. But how? As far as I knew he wasn’t married and had no children. I remember a conversation we had one night at the bar across from the…

The name on the label, ‘Klein II, Ima’ rang both a false and an oddly evocative note; like it should’ve meant something. To be sure, I walked over to the Doc’s office to check with Margaret. ‘Hey,’ I said, walking in. ‘You doing all right?’ ‘Oh, you know… just another normal day at the office.…

I was back at my desk five minutes when there was an explosion next door. Doctor Small and his examination table came flying though the paper-thin wall separating our offices, the table landing on his head. I ran out to check on Gloria, who was running up the hall from the elevators. She was just…

She looked up from the desk as I walked in. ‘I don’t have time for your crap this morning, Lou.’ ‘You’re in luck, Gloria,’ I said, holding out the bag I‘d been left holding. ‘ This is someone else’s crap. Woman left it in my office by accident.’ ‘Humph!’ She took the bag out of…

The cigarette hanging from the sneer of her mouth said she didn’t give a shit. The stool specimen she held out to me indicated otherwise. I took it from her and we looked at each other for a moment before she said ‘Well?’ ‘What?’ ‘Do you think it stinks’ she asked. My clever retort: ‘If…