The smoke from my cigarette billows out gently against my window like a gathering storm wall before melting slowly into the air. It’s overcast, but without rain, so I reach for the spray bottle atop my cluttered desk and lightly splash the window to increase the dramatic effect. I’m getting pretty good at this basketball investigating thing I think to myself.
I hear my newly hired assistant, Sam, yell through the door.
“Your 1 o’clock is here, sir.”
“Let him in,” I respond quickly, unable to mask the giddiness in my voice. I hated admitting it to myself, but I had grown quite fond of my newest client.