{"id":9755,"date":"2012-11-04T23:51:35","date_gmt":"2012-11-05T04:51:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=9755"},"modified":"2012-11-04T23:52:06","modified_gmt":"2012-11-05T04:52:06","slug":"a-nose-for-danger-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=9755","title":{"rendered":"A Nose for Danger, part 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Chapter 2<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How many elephants does it take to change a light bulb?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s what I was asking myself as I balanced precariously on on my desk on one foot, screwing in a replacement for the burned out light overhead.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t like there was much else I could do in the next day or two.  The Chief had been apologetic about it, but they needed to impound my gun and suspend my license while they ran a match against the bullet inside poor Manny.  I&#8217;d been at the scene, and I&#8217;d been packing heat.  Rules are rules.<\/p>\n<p>No law though against being in my office.  It&#8217;s a small space, but that suits me fine. Just a door with a shingle opening onto a little side street in the sketchier part of town, but that&#8217;s never stopped cases from finding their way to my door.  Seems trouble has a way of finding me.<\/p>\n<p>So I shouldn&#8217;t have been so surprised when a voice behind me in the darkness called my name.  But I was so focused on fixing that damn bulb I nearly tumbled right off the desk then and there.  Which would&#8217;ve been a helluva way to make a first impression.<\/p>\n<p>Trying to recover what was left of my dignity, I finished screwing in the bulb, got down off the desk and turned to face my new client.  And what a client!<\/p>\n<p>She was dark haired and slender, with eyes as big as saucers and legs that seemed to go on forever.  She had a look all her own, and somehow the whole package fit together like God was having a really good day.  I could&#8217;ve spent all day just drinking in the sight of her, and I probably would have, if she hadn&#8217;t spoken up again.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you the Smellephant?  Or do I call you Mr. Smellephant?&#8221;  She had a lilting English accent that reminded me of tea cozies and old castles, of wild brambles and cottages by the sea.  I could feel myself falling, and falling hard.<\/p>\n<p>But rule number one in this business is don&#8217;t fall for the clients.  So I pulled myself together and put on my best tough guy face.  &#8220;Sister, you can call me whatever you want.  How can I help you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when she smiled, and I knew I was a goner.  &#8220;I think I shall call you Mr. Smellephant.  It suits you quite nicely.   I must say you are far more handsome in person than in the picture books.  And I have a case for you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And you would be?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;My name is Rebecca.  Rebecca Winthrop.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 2 &#8220;How many elephants does it take to change a light bulb?&#8221; That&#8217;s what I was asking myself as I balanced precariously on on my desk on one foot, screwing in a replacement for the burned out light overhead. It wasn&#8217;t like there was much else I could do in the next day or &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=9755\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Nose for Danger, part 3&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9755"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9755"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9755\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9763,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9755\/revisions\/9763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}