“Quiet! Don’t let any of the other customers hear you.”I looked at her. “But it was in the paper.”She rolled her eyes. “Nobody reads the n...wspaper anymore.”“Fair enough.”Soon we were ushered into Mr. Winthrop’s plush office. The older man was handsome, what some would call a silver fox, and he looked worried but hopeful. “A mystery-solving gang? What luck!” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Please, will you help me solve this ghost problem, before I lose my business?”“Like, that’s what. She came in and we were talking for a bit, we never really had done that before. I couldnt help but look at the curve of her big titties swaying nice and free with only a thin piece of cotton over them.I cant remember what we were talking about but then after a moment of silence she just looked at me and asked if I liked her tits. I said hell yes......She smiled and we started talking about sex. She told me about her first husband and the father of her son who lived in another town. Talked. Announcing, ‘I’m going to the effing bar to get something a bit more powerful’. He waived her away without a hint of remorse. With his back to the bar sitting at the table, and her back to him as she approached the bartender, she figured it was time to break out the heavy alcohol to drown her sorrows quickly and effectively. Summoning to the bartender that she would like a doubleshot of Crown Royal and a Martini—stirred with 2 olives—she lopped her purse on the counter and stood there. We think she wasn't a client but a call girl now. The police think so, too, but they didn't follow up because it was a suicide. "We looked at recordings from the security comany that handles our building's security. It's low resolution but Mr. Watson's secretary identified her on the recording and told us that she's tall, blonde and has a very nice body. We couldn't see her face clear enough on the security recordings to make a photo that could be used for identification. To far from the camera.