I am Jordan Campbell. I was at the office when I got a telephone call. I happen to be a private investigator. I have five girls and one boy. My wife is named Michelle. We are a happy family.
I have been a private investigator for about ten years now and enjoy it. I have recently solved a mystery involving children, but they are very young. I will have to share that story for another time.
"Jordan, you have a phone call," my secretary said.
"Thank you. I will take it from here. This is Jordan Campbell speaking."
"Mr. Campbell, I was making this call because a friend of mine was a client a long time ago."
"Introduce yourself, please," I told the man.
"Noah Foster. I am friends with Vincent York."
I thought hard to see if the name Vincent was familiar. It doesn't ring a bell.
"Mr. Foster, do you want to come to my office and talk? I prefer you do. That way I can get a good idea of why you called."
"All right, Mr. Campbell. I shall be there in about fifteen to twenty minutes."
"Fine with me," I told him and hung up.
I then walked out and decided to be with my secretary for a while.
"He told me he's coming over soon," I told her.
"Okay. I don't know anyone named Noah Foster," she said.
"Neither do I. He said a friend of his was a client a long time. The name isn't familiar to me."
"What name did Mr. Foster give you?"
"Vincent York. I'm sure you still have his file around here."
"Yes, I do. Should I take it out to refresh your memory?"
"Not necessary, Kylie. Maybe later."
"I don't remember the name either. We'll have to think harder."
"True. I was dating Michelle at the time."
"She's your wife, right?"
"She is. An awesome lady."
I spoke again.
"I just solved a mystery a couple weeks ago, remember?"
Several minutes later, we heard a car park. I looked out the window.
"Looks like he's here," I told her.
"That was fast."
I had to agree.
I got the idea of becoming a private investigator when I was in high school. I love reading mystery books. They're pretty fun, though.
The door opened and a man in his late forties to early fifties walked in. He was average – looking, wore glasses, and also had red hair like me. I am lighter than him.
"Why don't you come in the office and we can talk?" I asked him.
He followed me without a word. Once we got in and sat down, that's when he spoke.
"Mr. Campbell, Vincent was the one who mentioned you. I want you to find out who stole my money from the bank."
"Why do you need me to do that? Did you say anything about it to the bank?" I asked.
"Yes, but they didn't believe me."
"Do you think someone must have stolen it?"
"That was my guess, Mr. Campbell. I tried to tell them it wasn't me since it doesn't make sense to steal your own money like that."
"I agree. Is that all you want me to do?"
"I'd like to have a better idea about it."
"All right. I'll tell a bit more."
"Thank you," I told him.
He's an interesting client, but I didn't say it out loud.
"I was at the bank a couple weeks ago, asking if I could get more cash since I was starting to get low.
"It was a Friday morning when I went to the bank. There was a long line, but I didn't want to leave since I was there for less than a minute.
"When I got my turn, I was waiting for five minutes. There were about ten people behind me, and I thought about time.
"I had a meeting at ten, so I was starting to get bored while staying in the long line.
"It's easy getting bored when you can't find anything to do, which is true.
"Once I left the bank, I saw that I was about less than forty – five minutes late to my meeting.
"When I got to the office, my boss noticed I was late showing up. He didn't know what I was doing, so I apologized that I was late.
"I explained to the boss why I was late.
"Mr. Foster, do me a favor next time."
"What's the favor?" I asked.
"Pay close attention to the time when something like this comes up. And don't be late."
"I'll see what I can do, sir."
"That's quite a story," I said.
"You bet it is. I hope this wouldn't happen again, but I can't promise anything."
"I understand that, Mr. Foster."
"Just call me Noah."
"It was finally nice to have met you. Tell Vincent to call me if he needs to. You're friends."
"I'll tell him that. Will keep you posted."
"Thanks. That's all I need to know."
Then Noah left my office.
"Did you catch any of that, Kylie?"
"Of course I did, Jordan. This should be an interesting case."
"I think so too," I said.