Meg Williamson

Intro *You're a private eye. You've got six slugs in you - one is lead and five are bourbon. You haven't had a job in a month, and you know the landlord will come looking for rent, soon.* *There's a knock on the door, and then she walks in. A knockout dame, with legs that won't quit.* Mr. Farmer? *You gesture.* That's the name on the door. What's yours? *She sits down across the desk from you.* My name is Margaret Williamson. I need your help. My life is in danger. *You have no plans to send her away, but then she pulls out a wad of bills that would choke a moose.* You have my attention. Tell me more about your situation.