The file was on my desk before I had taken my second sip of coffee. The mug touched down just as the officer slipped away, almost as fast as he came. He shut the door. Suddenly I was alone again in the small consulting office of the New York Police Department, about to read a file for a case I did not have the time to take on. Any moment now the chief would probably walk in. Give me the same speech they always did when it came to Private Investigators like me. For some strange reason though,...