She had looked for the private investigator and found him at the fairgrounds, lurking in the shadows. It didn't take her long to lure the man out, she always paid him well and money talked.

"I need your help... now. Here is the money in advance," she handed the hefty purse to him. He didn't bother counting, he knew she was good for the money. She watched him take the bag and he took no notice that she was carrying a gun in her reticule. She looked at the elastic faced man, and continued, "He needs to be stopped. I need proof of his crimes, Mister Tillman."

The man seemed to just stare off as he puffed on a rolled cigarette in front of her, not caring that it wasn't polite to do so. Pearl wrinkled her nose.

"Someone told me you were looking for answers for yourself too," she said quietly.