Downtown, New York, in my office, it was raining cats and dogs. I was working on a case, when a letter dropped through the door. It was a lead on my new suspect, so i headed off to investigate.
I arrived at her mansion and i couldn't even touch her with a forty foot pole.
I asked her, "why the long face? cat got your tongue?"
She knew i was pulling her leg and burst into tears.
"No need to cry over spilt milk," I said, "I'm all ears so spill the beans."
By the time I was finished I realized I was barking up the wrong tree so I carried on.
I decided to go see the guy she mentioned so I haled a cab and did some back seat driving. This is going to be a piece of cake I thought.
Eventually he told me the whole cock and bull story, but even then it smelt fishy. He seemed to have have a chip on his shoulder, so i told him to hold his horses. Even though I didn't have enough evidence to haul him away, I felt he was all bark and no bit, but I wasn't going to beat about the bush, so I said I would keep an eye on him. I still had a gut feeling about this guy, but I thought let sleeping dogs lie and headed back to my office. Tomorrow will be another another investigating day.
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