What Terry's choices boiled down to included a fast loan and... you don't even wanna know what else. Read the story if you want... but be prepared. It's graphic.
Terry needed a fast loan that I couldn't give her. Heck, Iwas gonna be needing a fast loan if the Wilkerson lady didn't fork over the 3 G's she owed me. I looked around at banks, I checked on the street, I even asked Sal at the diner if he knew where a girl living in the big city could get a fast loan. Sal asked me if I knew I was a guy. I laughed. He cracks me up, that Sal. You'd think he'd forgotten that I'd saved him a couple of hundred grand in that insurance fraud investigation in '87.
Sal's one of the all-time characters, that much is for damn sure. But anyway, back to Terry and the fast cash loan that was causing so much hectic drama up in this biz ness. I moved around, asked some people how Terry could get the green to pay her bills before the collector from ConEd came a'knocking. I guess you could say that I wanted fast loans to come to her rescue, because I sure as hell wasn't going to, if you catch my drift.
Terry's calling me on the phone became obnoxious. I told her maybe it was a good thing if the phone company cut her off. She used some language that I didn't think her capable of and regretted hearing immediately. The phrase "I need a fast loan." punctuated every third or fourth sentence, a reminder that she thought of me as a failure moreso than usual. "Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats, I know you need a fast loan. I'm working on it. Got me a lead on some cash advance guy on the south end"
"I bet you're working on the racing form more than getting me a fast payday loan."
I winced and put down the sheet for Belmont Park down. "You caught me, sweets. Fine. I'll work on it."
A guy can't cut a break with that broad. Always about the cash advances when it's that time. It's just something you have to work around -- nothing you are going to change no matter how hard you want it. I guess sometimes people need a loan sometimes and everything else seems trivial by comparison. Well it's hard to argue with that... just frustrating when you're in the line of duty. In any case, I'll see what the dame wants to use her cash loan on and see if I can get to the bottom of this fishiness.
I kicked my loafers up on the desk and chewed my lower lip as I watched Broadway go by far below. Don't think me rich - I've got photos of the landlord making it with a Malaysian girl of questionable age. Maybe Terry had a point. Maybe I could look into getting her a payday loan or something. Bottom line? Another adventure had come to an end and there would be a fast loan online to deal with tomorrow in all likelihood. Time for a drink. The life of an Investigator never stops.