The night was cold but clear. She said to meet her in this bar next to the alley in northwest corner of the city and she'd bring the evidence I needed to get the goods my client was looking for. I needed to be careful as not to get taken by any thugs she had set up to waylay me before we made the switch.

I arrived early and was just watching the street to see where I might be ambushed. There it was, the alley. Why did I choose to be a private dick when there's so much more money to be made in oil? Of course I knew: Oil money and democracy don't mix.

I got outta the car and began to cross the street....