The Scrambled Yeggs Author:Richard S Prather WHEN THE DOOR OPENED, i RAISED MY EYES SLOWLY. MAQYBE I SHOULD HAVE STARTED WITH HER FACE, BUT IF I HAD, I'D HAVE MISSED ALL THE FUN OF GETTING TO IT. SHE WAS PUT TOGETHER AS IF I'D PLANNED IT MYSELF, AND SHE WAS WEARING A DRESS THAT FIT HER LIKE PLASTIC SURGERY. "DID YOU JUST COME TO LOOK," SHE ASKED PLEASANTLY, "OR DO YOU WANT SOMETHING?" ... more »I'M BROAD MINDED SO I ANSWERED YES TO BOTH QUESTIONS... ME? I'M SHELL SCOTT, A PRIVATE EYE AS PRIVATE AS A TOWN HALL CLOCK. WHEN I'M NOT MIXED UP WITH MURDER, II'M MIXED UIP WITH MOLLS. THEY'RE BOTH MY TRADEMARK AND HERE I GO AGAIN.« less