How thrilled Harry had been to see his name with the imposing words, Private Detective, painted on the translucent glass window in the door to his office.
Located in Gramercy Park, in an old building full of atmosphere, he had the small space renovated to resemble that of Spade and Archer in a scene right out of the Maltese Falcon.
His desk had an antique phone like those used in the 1930s, and a lamp that cast eerie shadows at night.
Along one wall was a couch, his bed for more nights than he cared to remember, and on the other a filing cabinet, waiting for the big case files.
That was then, this is now. With one case successfully brought to a conclusion, he now has a new case.
The adventure begins with a Prologue
– Harry’s mother has a problem
The most recent, Episode 2
– Merilyn, the personal assistant
Conversations with my cat – 100
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 