A few days later, Wright was standing outside my door again. I looked past her, at the uniformed cops dragging a handcuffed Dave away from his condo.
Wright was smiling. “Thought you’d like to see the fruits of your labor,” she said.
I shook my head. “I still can’t believe you found proof.”
“Well, he was clever to pump out the urine. Not so thorough about getting rid of it. Or his tools.”
“Guess we got lucky.”
“You got lucky, kid.” She chuckled. “I just did my job.”
She started to follow the uniforms out, then turned back. “Speaking of which, you should be getting a check from a thankful city soon.”
I grinned. “Thanks. But how will I cash a check made out to ‘Anonymous’?”
She smiled back. “Well, I might have listed you as a consultant on the case. Don’t thank me too much, though. You gave us a pretty cheap rate.”
She strode down the hall, whistling.
I went back into my condo, wondering how this would affect my unemployment.
