Wanted: Professional stalker. Day or night. Portabella Lane Agency: We travel where you travel. Revealing the world’s secrets since 1963.
Richelle stared at the flyer in her jittery hands. She wanted to ace this interview, become part of the greatest detective agency to ever walk—and stalk—the streets of Seattle. Her hands were slippery snakes, and she dried them, for the fifth time, on her ink black polyester pants.
Conservative but edgy. Was she dressed right? She wanted the Agency to know she meant business. She also wanted to hide her real motive: the intent to stalk her cheating husband.