Port Sonoma

th pale blue eyes which contrasted with her gray-streaked black hair and alabaster skin.
“My first name is Handleman, and when I was a kid my friends shortened it to Handy.” I liked her voice which was a little deep and raspy. I pulled out my wallet and gave her one of my business cards. It read: HANDYWORKS, HANDLEMAN “HANDY” CHANDLER, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, DISCREET INVESTIGATIONS, BACK GROUND CHECKS: CONFIDE NIMINIS. It also listed my State Private Investigator license number, post office box, web site and phone number.
“Please sit down. My Latin is a little rusty. What does ‘confide niminis’ mean?” She said.
“It means “Trust no one”. I said. I took one semester of Latin in high school and one semester at Port Sonoma JC. I easily picked up the dead language.
“I got your name from Roman Francis who is an old friend of my family’s. I need someone to check up on a campaign donor. I don’t want to get into trouble like Governor McBain did last year when he accidentally took money from a Mexican drug lord.” Her voice tickled a sensual spot in the back of my brain.
“That’s a good idea. The news of that donation cost him a lot of votes and was probably the reason why he barely eked out a win.” This began to look like a good payday. “If you give me as much information as you can on this donor, I’ll check up on him. You can email it to PI@HandyWorks.com, my website.” “I usually charge three hundred dollars for a simple background check, unless I have to dig deeper.” I said. “I have to pay extra for info from some websites and sources.