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classified ads. He was a tall and husky man in his fifties, with a moderate hair loss.
    “I like you more and more, David,” Leslie said with a happy grin. “You have a great attitude. You’re probably the most reasonable and rational person I’ve met in the last three months. Maybe even years.”
    Her words were sincere. The PI understood her like no one else. And he did not agree with her just because she was a paying customer, no siree!
    “Thanks, Leslie.”
    “And I hope I can count on you being very discreet.”
    “Sure, absolute discreetness is guaranteed. Every detail of this case stays between us.” David made a pause. “So what kind of info are you interested in?”
    “Whatever I can get in three days for three hundred dollars. That’s how much I am willing to spend at this time. In particular, I want to know whether she has a rap sheet, what she studied in college, and where she worked and lived in the last five years.”  
    “You said you suspect this woman of an attempted murder,” David asked, while writing down her requests in a small notepad on his desk. “Can you tell me what she did?”
    “She tried to poison someone I know.”
    “Poison? In this case, you would want to know if she has any knowledge or experience in this area, right?”
    “You’ve read my mind, David. That’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
    “I’ll do my best, Leslie. Three hundred bucks is a bit on the low end of what I usually charge, but that’s okay. Good guys gotta help each other, don’t they?”
    “They sure do.”
    “What is her motive?”
    “No clue. What do you think her motive could be?”
    David shrugged his shoulders and said:
    “Personal animosity, inheritance, jealousy, and the list goes on. If I had to bet, I would say it had to do with some personal issues, not money. But I may be wrong. It could be about money after all. Is your friend wealthy? The one she tried to poison?”
    “No, my friend’s not rich. I’ll be honest with you, David. As a matter of fact, she tried to poison me.” She paused to assess the PI’s reaction and was pleased to see that his facial expression had not changed one bit. “You see, nobody wanted to connect the dots, like I did. They just mocked me. And that’s unfair.”
    “I hear you, Leslie. The best advice I can give you is, don’t let them change you. It’s your life at stake, not theirs. And when it comes to getting poisoned, you can’t be too careful. Poison is a very sneaky way to kill. Sometimes all it takes is just a little drop on your skin.”
    Since it was Friday, David warned Leslie that she might have to wait till Tuesday for all the information she had requested. She was okay with that.
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    It was day 18 since Kathy poisoned her coffee. Leslie was still alive and ready to fight.
    She looked around the half empty garage level from behind the support column for the fifth time, making sure there were no witnesses, galloped the dozen feet between her and Kathy, who was within arm’s reach from her car, and in a swift, almost savage movement pressed the chloroform-soaked napkin to the woman’s face. A few seconds later, when Kathy fell asleep and it became clear that this part of the mission was a success, Leslie let out a quiet giddy squeal and immediately started trudging towards her car, with her arms firmly wrapped around Kathy’s slumped body, right under the breasts. Leslie praised herself for having deliberately parked not too far from Kathy’s Honda. She had unlocked the doors of her Lexus in advance and now only had to lift their handles to open them. She rapidly shoved Kathy in the back, slipped in behind the steering wheel, started the car.
    She was doing it! She had crossed the Rubicon. She did not just fantasize about interrogating this bitch hardcore style; she actually acted on her idea. Amazing idea, by the way. David Lopez kept his word and passed the required information to Leslie on Tuesday. She spent the next two days