Port Sonoma

had worked with him when I delved into pot growers’ financial records. He was the man who taught me to always follow the money. I whipped out an email to him and promised to pay him fifty bucks for any info on Doyle.
Then I opened the Cain email. He had been referred to me by Uncle Willie, who was a minor investor in Cain’s company, 4EVERFUN GAMES. Cain was married to a woman named Mariah and had made her vice-president of the computer game company.
He thought his wife Mariah was in an affair with someone or had made deals behind his back to build up a cash reserve for when she divorced him. She had signed a pre-nuptial agreement that gave her only ten percent of their company if they split up.
He said he believed the company manager was his wife’s boyfriend. Cain said she was very attractive and “sexually dynamic”. He offered me twenty-five hundred dollars if I would take the case.
The red lights popped into my mind again because clients usually didn’t offer that kind of money upfront. But the prospect of twenty-five hundred dollars turned off the lights. I emailed Cain with my cell phone number and told him to call me and set up a meeting.
Then I pulled a note out of my wallet. As I walked out of One More Cup after my talk with the mayor, I noticed a for rent sign in the window on the second floor of the building across the street from the coffee house. I wrote down the number. When I called the number, I got hold of the leasing agent Mr. Gardner. He gave me detailed information about the office and it piqued my interest. We made an appointment to meet the next morning. I would now have a legitimate business complete