In his modern second floor office, within the Bala Cynwood office complex, the CEO of Weed Investigations is struggling with grave financial matters.
Five weeks of following Mrs. William Sims has revealed no sign of any hanky-panky, Mrs. Sims seams to be not only a faithful wife but a pillar of the community, a great disappointment to Mr. Sims. Mr. Sims is the type who won't pay for a reality that differs from his expectations. With the rent for this office due next week his entire staff (his secretary Gena) has agreed to wait an extra two weeks for this weeks pay check. Petty cash and all other liquid assets total twenty dollars. The worst of it all is that he is out of coffee.
The intercom buzzed. "Call on line one, Sara Jones" his entire staff announced. "Thanks Gena," he said picking up the phone.
"Hello, John Weed Speaking", a pleasant Soprano voice responded, "Mr. Weed I would like you to find my husband he is missing." "Have you gone to the police?" Weed asked.
"Yes, but, no one will do anything for 3 weeks," she responded. "You mean he is not legally missing yet, Weed replied. The woman sobbed, "He has never been gone this long without calling or something." "How long has he been gone?" Weed asked sympathetically. "He was due home last night. I talked to him on his cellular phone. He was on his way home and I asked him to pick up some bread. That was the last time I heard from him. He is a very compulsive about things. Its not like him to disappear like this! The woman answered her rush of words ending in tears. "Mrs. Jones - Mrs. Jones" Weed said. You got to help me. I can pay you whatever your rates, Mrs. Jones pleaded. "Mrs. Jones I'll do what I can. My standard rates are
$200.00 a day plus expenses," Weed returned with new interest.
"You mean you'll take the case" Mrs. Jones asked hopefully.
"Yes" Weed replied. OK, she concurred.
Weed continued "I need some background information.... "
