“She walked into my office in a panic, but dames are always panicking when they come see a private eye. Dames. I may be one, but I’ll never understand them.”
 
“Um, Miss Vice Principal, are you… narrating?”
 
“She mumbled something. Whether it was to me or to herself, I couldn’t say. I thought longingly of the tumbler of bourbon in my desk drawer, but I needed to project an image of strength. Of professionalism. Of not being drunk off my ass. Not after last time.”
 
“I… I can come back later.”