Marcus Osborne sat on his office chair with his feet propped2 atop his desk. He reflected, if any one came into my office at this moment he would think I was the epitome of the happy and able private detective ? and he wouldn't be too far off the mark.3
Osborne was in his early thirties, slightly over six feet, with strong classic features and thick black hair. He knew he was a handsome man. After three years in the business, his private detective agency had a good reputation in the city. He was single and in love. The only drawback to this picture was that the object of his feelings was a married woman.4
Three knocks on the door of the office brought him back to reality.
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