Siting in the dark corner he watched the room. The pub wasn't busy on a Tuesday evening. Where was she, the woman had called his office in a panic. She had to meet with him, something about information on his case.
The doors opened and he looked over anxious. The leads he'd had so far were bumpkiss. Maybe this crazy sounding dame would have something new.
A tall brunenette slid in next to him on the bench seat. Her eyes wide with nervous fear. They darted around the room as she pulled out a worn envelope. “This didn’t come from me. You never met me. “
Just like that she was gone. As the pub doors slammed shut I opened the envelope and gazed at the new evidence. Yeah, this was just the lead I was lookin’ for. These photos were the ticket to a hefty raise maybe a promotion.