The Goodbye Look

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The lawyer, whose name was John Truttwell, kept me waiting in the outer room of his offices. It gave the room a chance to work me over gently. The armchair I was sitting in was covered in soft green leather. Oil paintings of the region, landscapes and seascapes, hung on the walls around me like subtle advertisements.

The young pink-haired receptionist turned from the switchboard. The heavy dark lines accenting her eyes made her look like a prisoner peering out through bars.

“I’m sorry Mr. Truttwell’s running so late. It’s that daughter of his,” the girl said rather obscurely. “He should let her go ahead and make her own mistakes. The way I have.”

“Oh?”

“I’m really a model. I’m just filling in at this job because my second husband ran out on me. Are you really a detective?”

I said I was.

“My husband is a photographer. I’d give a good deal to know who – where he’s living.”

“Forget it. It wouldn’t be worth it.”

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