So when an hour went by without anything happening, I wasn’t too worried.īy two hours, though, my legs were cramping and I had a little bit of a headache, and apparently the mosquitoes had decided to hold a convention about ten feet away because I was covered with bites. Impatient PIs rarely conclude an investigation successfully, and never remain in the business for long. You have to do a lot of searching through useless information to get to one piece of really good information. You have to sit around waiting a lot, watching for someone to do something before you catch them doing it.
You have to talk to a lot of people who don’t know anything to find the one who does. The whole PI gig is mostly about patience. Then I stepped out of the light of the campfire, found a comfortable, shadowy spot, and waited to see who was going to show up. I blew out a small crater in the earth with an effort of will, using my staff to direct the energy, and built a modest campfire in it. 38 revolver in the pocket of my black leather duster. So when I settled down to wait for the client, I did so with my staff in one hand, my blasting rod in the other, and a. I’ve made enemies during my stint as a professional wizard. By the time I got there and had hiked a mile or two out into the woods, to the appointed location, dark was coming on.
That took me about six hours, given that my car, while valiant and bold, is also a Volkswagen Beetle made around the same time flower children were big. Woods being in short supply in Chicago, I had to drive all the way up to the northern half of Wisconsin to get to decent timber. This did not make me feel optimistic that he would be one of the smart ones. My newest client wanted something different, though. Occasionally they demand that I prove my powers by telling them what their problem is before they even shake my hand-in which case, the problem is that they’re idiots.
They lie to me about what kind of trouble they’ve gotten themselves into, or try to pass me a check I’m sure will bounce like a basketball. Such people engage my services (preferably in cash), I do the job, and everyone’s happy.ĭesperate clients, on the other hand, can pull all sorts of ridiculous nonsense. Someone has lost the engagement ring that was a family heirloom, and has been told I’m a man who can find lost things. With a smart client, the meeting is brief and pleasant. The smart ones come to me because they know I can help-the desperate because they don’t know anyone else who can. Three novellas allow the reader to encounter Dresden at different points in his career as a wizard-for-hire.When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they’re one of two things: desperate or smart.
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