“Please—one picture still worth ten thousand words.”—Charlie Chan
Whodunnit? My gut tells me the butler. Maybe that’s why my phone never rings. The last time a potential client came through the door was December ‘47. I remember it like it was 62 years ago. A blizzard hit the city with a sucker’s punch—14 inches. She stepped out of a snow drift lookin’ like a surfer on Redondo Beach—tan as a shoe brush. Wanda Wizner, Brooklyn, USA—so blonde I had to shade my eyes with a racing form.
“I’ve been framed,” she said point blank.
“Doesn’t surprise me—you look like a million bucks. You ought to be in pictures.” ...