She came into my office like a ghost: through the wall, shrieking. “REVENGE! REVENGE!” she shrieked.

“Hello,” I said, in hopes she would stop shrieking.

“I have a case for you,” she shrieked.

I nodded. “Is it about revenge?” 

“Wow,” she shrieked, “you are a good detective.” 

 TO BE CONTINUED! 

She came into my office like a thunderstorm, knocking things off my shelves and making wind noises with her mouth. I knew immediately that she was like a thunderstorm in another way: dangerous if I got too close. Also, like a thunderstorm, she was beautiful.

After she had thrown all my papers to the floor, she acknowledged me. “I see I’ve got your attention,” she said. “I’ve got a case for you. A case the likes of which you’ve never seen.”

 ”That’s pretty likely,” I admitted. “It’s my first day of being a detective.”

Why did I say that? I thought. I shouldn’t have told her that. Remember to be careful of what you say out loud.

 ”I am not a very good detective,” I said out loud.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!