She was a dime in a world of pennies and nickels, with hair of golden fire, a body fit for Grecian mythology, and legs thicker than the Californian redwoods. What she was doing in my low-rent and lower-upkeep office, I didn't know. But nobody comes to my agency without a purpose, and nobody gets past the gal at the desk without either a good cause or a pretty face. And this dame had both, and in droves.
"Hello, Sam," she said with a smile. I never seen her before in my life but she had a look on her face like meeting an old friend again after a decade.