First page of Private Investigator

Book 1 is different then the movie, but if a company rather go along this plot line, that is cool too. If you scroll down, I have parts of the book here, but I copied and pasted the whole things, so you don't have to read through the other posts. The pilot is near the bottom, or on the next page. I have tons of posts on this blog. If you ever want updates on books, listings, and information. I don't and won't post too much on IMDB pro too much, except if I sell something or people look at my work on Inktip. But its easy to find me on IMDB pro, then go to my links, and find the information for the books listed here for you to read in full print but on the computer at fictionpress. But the links are here too. I"m not famous and make tons of money, but I have a fan base. Who knows? My work one day might be on TV! but that's not my dream, I just get tired of watching the same old on tv, I like mysteries, intellectual shows, and I like posing questions to my audience to ponder, and to ask questions to get them to look at themselves and to change themselves, and to look at their community, and start demanding better tv! even if its not my show, at least as a viewer, start some sort of email system.

Okay here is the first page of Private Investigator

Chapter One

The Beginning to the Ending of Her Career

The balloon busted, the float was flat, and all Emily Smith could think about is the fact that she quit her old job, she started her own company, and all she had were memories of the past that would not fade. This was the first day on the job, the first day of her life as a Private Investigator, and not an FBI agent. Why does it always have to be this way? Why do I always have memories of the past, why can’t I have good memories? Shit, memories fly by and memories do fade, but how can I go on if…

The phone rang. She was in her office she had opened in the middle of Washington D.C. strait in front of the F.B.I. office. It was a nice day, hot and muggy afternoon. It was late July, and summer was in full swing. Kids were out. Murderers were on the street. People were being mugged. People were drowning in their swimming pools. People were being robbed. People were being cheated on. And her boyfriend was halfway around the world breaking and entering in someone’s house, her best friend worked in top secret locations, and Emily Smith was just about to answer a phone call that she hoped wasn’t her old boss. Then again, she could be looking at the law suits that happen when dealing with the law, and where the law doesn’t protect you anymore.

“Emily Smith, Private Investigator’s Office in Downtown D.C., how can I help you?” There was dead pause on the other end. A pause, an ending, and a what she would called fear from rejection. That was why she sat right in front of the FBI department cause there were just some cases that the FBI did not deal with, that now being solo, she had more leeway into what she could do and what she couldn’t do.

“Hello?” Emily tried again in the phone. There was hard breathing, and she could tell whoever it was, was scared.

“Do you want to just breathe into the phone, I take on all the same cases that the FBI should be taking, and I take on Police cases, and I take on petty cases. If you want my credentials, I can give them to you.” There was just heavy breathing on the phone.