The Case of the Greedy Characters
It was another Monday morning. The sign on the door said Private Investigator.
But the sign below that said closed and I was saying yes to a third cup of coffee.
It was cold and bitter, like an all critical patch Tuesday.
My partner was out of town, looking into a street racing ring, but that was like building a Linux desktop – lots of customizations and too many questionable drivers.
When a regex walked in.
I sighed. They usually fit a pattern of long on stories and short on cash.
“I need to find something,” they said.
“Why don’t you start at the end?” I suggested, hoping to hear a dollar sign.
“It’s a long story,” they continued. “With a lot of greedy characters.”
I knew those types, too.
“Then start at the beginning, but give me a carrot to follow.”
They paused, then asked, “Will you treat this case as sensitive?”
I nodded. And they proceeded to tell me their story, one line at a time.