Another day, another case. A bird rang me up out of the blue. She had that "cornered animal" sound in her voice, the sound that usually precedes the arrival of faceless gunmen and shallow graves.  I calmed her down and she leveled with me: an associate of hers was trying to sabotage her business. He'd even sent a death threat. Insurance, I asked her? She told me it wasn't insurance, it was spooks. Yeah, that's right. Ghosts.  Ghosts were sabotaging her ghost business.

"Look, lady," I said, "I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. You give me your dough and I'll solve your problems, but you're going to have to give it to me straight. I can't help you if you're feeding me a load of baloney. 

But she insisted. Everything she said was on the up and up. It's all real. Well I had no desire to get mixed up with this crazy broad and her ghosts, but I looked around my office and the only thing keeping the bills down were a bunch of dead soldiers.
 
"All right," I told her. "I'll take the case. You can expect me on Monday. I'll get to the bottom of this."

Note to self: Figure out why these sorts of things always fall into my lap. Why do the crazies come to me? It will probably end up being old man Winters in a Bigfoot suit again, just like last month. At least this pays the bills.