Note to Lola: keep this file open and transcribe from Tape 1

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It was a dark and rainy day again; the fifth in a row, not that the days before that were much better. It’s that time of year when Mother Nature just takes a dump on your shoes and then follows it up with a slap to the face. I made it in to the office by 10, still hung over. The world had my head in its vice grip and squeezed it like a two dollar melon in the half-price bin.

Doug was already in, making calls. But he’s always been like that: prompt, ambitious, and clean-cut. A real go-getter; a family man. It would be enough to annoy a lazy bum like me if it were someone else, but somehow with Doug, you don’t mind. He’s been working as an independent salesman for Health Corp as long as I’ve been in the Private Detective game. Guess it’s been about 15 years that we’ve shared an office. You could say we’re like an old married couple, but then you could say a lot of things. And maybe you could say that you never really know somebody until after they’re gone and you see what they’ve left behind. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Looks like I’m at the end of the tape here. Lola: buy some more tapes on your way in on Monday. Thanks, Phil.