I was hired to investigate a jewelry store suspected of being involved in money laundering. So one night, I broke into the store I went in the office and began looking through the files.
About an hour later, a man came into the store! He confronted me.
I dropped the files and put my hands up. "OK, you've caught me red handed!"
However, his response wasn't what I expected. He merely looked at me and said, "Looks like I've got company!" Then he looked at my feet (I was wearing stockings—no footprints.) "A shoeless burglar—good idea! I should try that on my next job."
"I breathed easier. "You're not a store employee?"
"Well, I'm not a thief; I'm a private detective."
"I'll bet you're Barefoot Jenny!"
"Why, yes! I guess this gave me away." I wiggled the toes of my left foot.
He smiled. "Yep! I hear tell that you helped Valentine Val solve a murder."
The shocked me! "How did you know that?"
"News travels fast, in my community. So, why are you here, if you don't mind my asking?"
"This store is suspected of being a money laundering front."
Suddenly, we heard a siren! Out a window, I saw a police car enter the parking lot.
"Hide yourself!," he said.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me! I'll see you later, Jenny. Oh, my name's Ron."
He ran out the back door.
I hid for a bit, then came out. The cop car had gone—and so had Ron!
What happened? Did they arrest him?
Sadly, I went back to my work.
I made a few inquiries, but couldn't find out if he was indeed arrested.
But a few days later, he showed up at my office!
"Barefoot Jenny, I pressume?"
"Ron! I thought you were arrested!"
"Fortunately, I took track and field in high school—before dropping out, that is! Oh, I've brought something for you."
He took out a stack of papers from a backpack he had and gave them to me. They were computer records from the jewelry store.
"How'd. . . ?"
"I have some computer hacking skills."
"Officially, I can't condone what you did."
"Unofficially. . . "
I got up and hugged and kissed him!
I sat back down, again. He looked at me.
"You really do go barefooted a lot, don't you?"
Smiling, I propped my feet on the desk. "Yep. And I love foot massages!"
He also smiled!
The material we collected was more than enough to shut them down and convict them.
I got $15,000 for this job. I decided to give Ron $7,000 for his help.
Since then, we've become friends. He sometimes helps me out on jobs. I try to keep him on the straight and narrow—which aint easy!