The Private Eye

Sam Spade, Magnum PI, Jim Rockford... Say these names and it brings to mind the old private eyes of yesteryear. The fedora hat, the trench coat or the red sports car. Solving crimes that the police can't or won't. I grew up on this genre. I wanted to be that PI working on solving the crimes. I carried a notebook and would makeup cases to solve. Mom lost her earring. "The Case of the Missing Earring". I started watching "Dallas" because I wanted to solve, Who shot JR. I guess thats why I went into law enforcement. Now that I am a police detective I thought that I was living my dream, but I'm not. Here lately I have been in=broiled in the politics of policing and I see how our system really works and I am jaded. So where does that leave me. Well, two years ago I started my own Private Investigation Company. Hoping to work it part-time to supplement my income. For the last year and a half it has been a hit and miss game. Some times just making enough to keep the company afloat. In the last six months the business has increased. Not by a lot, but enough to keep us busy. Money is slowly starting to trickle in. I am trying some new marketing and hoping that business will pick up even more. Maybe enough to make it a full-time job. Why you ask? I just got my retirement notice. As of December 31, 2012 I can retire. Four years from now. WOW! Maybe just maybe my lifetime dream will come true, maybe sooner than I hope. We will see.
So, as I lean back, prop my feet on my desk, I pull that bottle of bourbon from the drawer and lite a cigarette. My fedora is tipped sideways on my head, my trench coat hangs on the wall, I wait...wait for that next client to set through the door.