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fallout. Or rather, I was having to deal with the fallout. So far in my life I
had never had to organize a funeral for a person. I had to organize a funeral
for a pet pig for one of my clients once, I was hoping that some of the same
concepts would apply.
    “He’s the one that BillieJo Freeman used before she got
divorced, do you know him?”
    I shook my head. No I didn’t, but Monique would. That was
just the kind of information she would have. BillieJo Freeman had been the
glamorous wife of famous NFL quarterback Wayne Freeman. Everyone knew she was
on the way out, and they also knew that she had a punishing prenup that was
going to leave her with absolutely nothing. BillieJo hired some private
detective and in no time she got her divorce with a very healthy payout and a groveling
apology online from Wayne about how he did her wrong. Nobody knew what the
investigator had found on Wayne, and BillieJo wasn’t saying, but it must have
been bad. That investigator then became the go to man in LA for anyone wanting
to get the goods on a cheating spouse.
    “I’ll take care of it” I said confidently.
    “Thank you Trudie, you’re such a treasure” Adele said as she
lowered herself back on the bed and closed her eyes.
    Recognizing a dismissal when I saw it, I murmured a quick
goodbye and walked out. Outside the room I found Elliot and Miranda Powell
waiting.
    “Is she alright?” asked Miranda worriedly.
    “I think she wants to sleep.” I said.
    The two of them looked at me expectantly as if they wanted
me to tell them what she had talked about.
    “Adele’s asked me to organize the funeral for Eric” I said
turning to Elliot. “Do you have any information regarding what sort of service
he would want or Adele would want? She hasn’t really given me anything to work
with.”
    “We didn’t know Eric very well. Adele married him suddenly
and she kept him away from us as much as possible” Elliot said.
    I nodded understandingly. When you make a mistake, the last
thing you want to do is flaunt that mistake in front of the people closest to
you, and Adele’s mistake had been huge.

Chapter Nine
    Walking into Monique’s office I realized that maybe I should
have called ahead and given her a heads up about what had happened to my latest
client. I was surprised to find my friend Edwin sitting at the reception desk
of Monique’s office. He was talking on the phone and actually put a finger up
to stop me from saying anything.
    “I know you really need someone but unfortunately we don’t
have anyone available at this moment. I will put you on the list but I can’t
promise anything.” Edwin winced.
    “They hung up on you didn’t they?” I said as he put down the
phone.
    “They did” he said, his very proper English accent sounding
out of place.
    “What are you doing working here?” I asked him.
    “Need the money” he said, “and Monique loves the way I sound
on the phone.” He grimaced.
    Monique was right, Edwin had a divine voice for the phone. A
proper English accent but a deep voice that women found intoxicating. He was an
aspiring actor and had moved to LA looking for his big break. He had
everything, the movie star good looks, the beautiful voice and the soulful eyes
that just screamed out that he needed to be in one of those romantic movies.
The only problem was, the man could not act to save his life. I had seen him in
a play in some very out of the way theater. It was almost painful to watch.
Modeling he could do, and had done to support himself, but it just wasn’t
enough for him. He wanted to be something more than a model and had decided
acting was for him. In the meantime Edwin took on jobs to supplement his
income. He had met Monique when she was at my place once and she sometimes offered
him work when it was available.
    “How do you deal with these people all the time Trudie?” he
asked. “They are rude and demanding and I just couldn’t do your job.”
    “You’re too pretty to do my