Jacob Carter is a struggling Private Eye. Archer Houston is looking for some action. They reluctantly team up. Welcome to the rewrite.
"How ya doin', Mista Carter?" Bruce asked as Jacob Carter walked passed his desk.
"Oh, pretty good," the private investigator replied with a small, crooked smile. With a stern finger, he pointed at the round man. "You let me know if there is a murder, okay?"
"Will do, Mista Carter!" The security guard exclaimed once he knew Jacob had only been joking.
Jacob smiled at Bruce despite the slight feeling of hopelessness on the inside. So far, his day had not been all that bad. Quite normal, even. One would think that as a private investigator, ordinary days would be far and few between. But, since his partner died the previous year, most of his days had been monotonous and down right boring.
He hadn't had a good case in several months, but he wasn't worried about losing his office suite or his business. At least not yet. He had done a few background checks and one surveillance case against a cheating husband. Those were paying the bills so far, but he feared those were drying up.
He exited the elevator on the 16th floor and made his way to his office, entering with a blank expression. He didn't think anything could get him out of that slump. He plopped down in his chair and started going through the mail that he had picked up in the lobby.
Most of the mail was junk as usual. He flipped through the envelopes quickly, mentally throwing most of them away. They would find the real trash container when he got around to it. Until then, the pile of trash on his old partner's desk steadily grew.
He stopped at one envelope, looking at it for several seconds. It was next month's office rent bill. He sighed heavy and long, breathing out slowly, desperately wanting the carbon dioxide to destroy all evidence of the bill.
That wasn't going to happen, but the next best thing did. The phone rang. He picked it up on the second ring.
"Jacob PI," he answered in his standard fashion.
"This is your buddy."
He knew who it was, so he decided to have a little fun with him. "Sir, if you are having an emergency, please call 911." The guy on the other end of the line laughed. Jacob continued, jokes aside. "What can I do for you, Bill?"
"No, it's not what you can do for me, Jake, but it is what I can do for you," Bill replied. Jacob smiled, silently acknowledging his Kennedy quote. Misquote, actually.
"Do you have the money you owe me?" Jacob asked, repeating the one question common to all of their conversations.
"I would if I could," Bill lied. He wasn't very good at it, but Jacob didn't need to remind him of that. "Do you still need a partner?"
"I've told you a hundred times," Jacob said, shaking my head. "I don't want a new partner. I just need someone to run a few errands for me. That's all."
"Well, have I got the guy for you! His name is Archer Houston. Let me give you his number."