Something that matters

 

For Christís sake, Karvit

I just got here.

Yeah, I see them.

Theyíre sitting on a park bench.

They look like some married couple out for the day.

I know theyíre not married to each other.

Yes, I am taking pictures.

But it makes me feel like a peeping tom.

YOU think Iím performing a public service

And maybe these two ought to avoid infidelity in a small town like this, where everybody knows what everybody else is doing

And yes, I know, I get paid well for what I do.

But it still feels sleazy.
Why do you always send me on cases like this instead of real detective work?

What did these two people ever do to me that I should want to ruin their lives?

Oh, come on, Kravit.

In a town this small, once word gets out their lives are history, and you know it as well as I do.

I know their spouses have feelings, too.

I also know theyíre paying you handsomely to have me on their tails like this.

But Iím telling you right now, this is the last case like this Iím working for you.

I know no one else in this town will hire me.

If thatís the case, Iíll move to the city where I can solve a murder or do something else that matters.

I want to make a difference in the world.

Stop laughing, I mean it.

I know cities are dangerous places.

No, I donít believe that if I mess with real criminals I might get myself killed.

Iím just not happy.

I canít explain why.

Hey, wait a minute.

Somethingís happening over there.

Those two are staring to argue.

Heís pulled out a gun.

Donít!

Karvit Ė You hear me?

Call the cops.

I think we got a murder on my hand.

Oh, no, heís seen me.

Heís coming this way.

 

 


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