Everything I discovered leads to a sad conclusion. Is Taveon being harassed by an ex-girlfriend? Or is her grandfather dishing out the goods? He hired me to spy on Taveon. Tammy and I are going to have a great evening.

Investigator Conrad Grange and Tammy are one with each other as Conrad starts to dig deep to figure out why Taveon got an ass-whooping. The answer is out there. Conrad thinks back to a night on Parris Island a long time ago.

This will be interesting. Tammy and I had an In-Jeep conversation before we walked into the greatest emporium for nachos, beer, and watching sports — the Stoney Martinez Sports Bar. I briefed Tammy about what was happening and how nobody here knew I was a Private Investigator.

I’m Private Investigator Conrad Grange. Something wasn’t right about my undercover assignment at Wilson Teller Solutions. I resigned from the case because I wasn’t comfortable with the objectives. It seems my thinking was correct.

I’m a Private Investigator who needs to make a living like everyone else. I had a sleepless night thinking about my current case. What I did next hurt the bottom line, but I will be straight up with Taveon should I see him again. And I’ll sleep better tonight. He’s a good guy.

Taveon delivered the goods while we had coffee on Monday morning. The coffee smells good, but I am questioning why the company hired me. Something stinks. I spent the weekend with my “Little Burglar.”

I'll stay out of trouble if I can recall enough things about our first hook-up. She was lovely, smelled good, and was good in the rack. I’m meeting her in a half an hour.

Okay, this is difficult. My target is likable, funny, and friendly, but Maggie, who is sitting next to me, is very friendly. This is a problem.

A “Break-in” at Connie's home creates confusion. Frank gives the intruder a thumbs-up, provided he has two blue pills and a Jack and Coke.

Most companies go out of their way to make a newbie feel welcome. This vegan display is tone-deaf and an F.U. to a not-very-silent majority.

Private Investigator Conrad Grange meets a coffee shop worker with a great disposition and a court-ordered ankle bracelet.