Playing with a little short story idea- As always, comments and recommendations appreciated!
Patrick Doyle, dark hair going gray, wiry and in his mid-40s, sighed as he pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his forehead, and stumped up the stairs to the second floor in the old building on Michigan Ave in South Beach. Walking to the front of the building, he glanced at the glass insert in the door that said, Doyle Investigations in gold leaf. Opening the door made Mrs. Sanchez, 50ish, gray haired, and plump, look up with a frown as she continued to type something up. “You’re late. I’m almost finished with the Courtney report. She’s coming here in less than an hour.”
“I know. Mariel called me just as I was leaving the house, and when I got here the alley was blocked by the trash truck, so I had to park over on seventh again. Fifth Monday in a row this week.”
Mrs. Sanchez took off her cats' eyeglasses, letting them hang on her necklace as she asked, “Is she…alright?” Getting up, she came around the desk, worry on her worn face.
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