A Peek Into The Life of Victor Verie

“Detective, if she leaves, I can’t go out of this house and neither can you. I suggest you think about that and the fact you have insulted a highly decorated investigator of MI6. She might have been able to help with more than housekeeping. You have just made a big mistake, fix it.”

“I think I can manage.”

“You are on leave, you are looking at the only cop in this room, and I don’t have to stay here. After what you had me pull today you think you’re going to get any more help downtown. You black mailed a cop into violating about 100 regs., you are dancing on water, the ice is gone pal.”

Life With Detective Verie

“What do you mean it was a whim. A whim is changing your order from a latte to a macchiato, this is a war crime.”

“Mother don’t exaggerate, it is a hair cut not a crime.”

“It is a crime, and I am a witness to it. You can’t be seen in public that way. People will think police officers are being attacked by the mad barber of fleet street.”

Nicole made a grab for her mother’s cell phone but was way too late. “Ramon sweetie, pencil, are you ready?”

Victor’s address was written on a pad in Ramon’s salon Bellus along with with a brief description of what tragedy has befallen Cynthia’s daughter.

“Yes, come right away darling. Don’t interrupt dear, now please bring that little man that fixes things with you. A leg has fallen off of a table. A wooden leg, why do you ask? Quit laughing Ramon this is not funny. Fifteen minutes, excellent dear, knew I could count you. Kisses.”

“What is going on down there?”

“Nothing important Victor. I’m afraid your table has had an injury. I have someone coming to take care of it. Shall we bring the paperwork upstairs in the mean time?”

“Yes, just forget that table it’s had a bad leg for years. Don’t lean on it and it will be fine.”...