"Mr. Reed, I've looked into the person you wanted me to investigate, and I think you'll find it very interesting."
Before he finished speaking, the private investigator started laughing.
The piercing laughter sent chills down one's spine.
"Oh? Really?"
Mark Reed turned over from the sofa, sat up straight, and pressed the phone tightly against his ear, his heart suddenly in his throat.
"Do you have time now? I've prepared a detailed report that will not disappoint you."
"Alright, tell me the place."
"Half an hour later, Baroque Cafe."
"OK!"
"Hello, Mr. Reed."
The private investigator was already waiting in the cafe, stood up and nodded slightly when he saw Mark Reed, and as they sat across from each other, he took out the document folder from his briefcase.
Mark Reed eagerly reached out his hand, but the detective retracted the folder a bit, smiling slyly. Mark immediately caught on and handed him a signed check.
