Oh I am so going to that Special Hell

Perhaps I'm just getting too jaded and too cynical.

So there I was, braving the crowds at a local shopping mall, taking a look at the closing down 3-for-2 sale at Borders, when I noticed a reduced to sell copy of the book 'Madeleine' by Kate McCann.

But, seriously, what I actually saw was this...

The Prostitute and the Private Eye - Not a Love Story

Is it just me or does it seem that if a job or client is dodgy, naturally it falls into my lap?

So there I was, minding my own business in my office - probably wondering where my next paycheck was coming from - when the phone rang.

"XYZ Investigations, how can we be of assistance?" I answered, trying not to sound too eager yet imagining that maybe I'll be eating steak tonight.

"I need help, my husband is missing and the police won't do anything" she said in a low husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I need you..." she breathed into the phone.