"Tell me something interesting, something bizarre". She continued, "Not for the magazine, not for the readers, but for me. You have given me all the juicy stories, those will keep my editor satisfied. After all you are the great Rancho, the most famous detective in this town, you must have something behind that reputation other than spying for jealous husbands and wives."

The past lunch hour had been indeed pleasant for me. Since announcing my retirement, a premature one, there has been a lot of interest in my work, this interview being one of the many which I have given in the past few days. Lunch with a hot reporter in a five star, that's not bad for someone who, these days, sits idle and watches tv all day.

Most people know of me as Rancho, my place as the Ranchos. Well that's the name of the pizza place I own. My office is just above the shop. Ordinary people enjoy a meal below. Troubled people come upstairs. Downstairs is all music and laughter. Upstairs is all quiet.

"Bizarre, I don't know. There have been some unusual cases. But after the cases were solved, they didn't seem bizarre to me at least." I tried my best to avoid going into this.

"Oh come on, be a sport, It's strictly off the record, only for me. The great Rancho being so shy, it does not look good. If you humour me, I'll put a cute picture of yours with my article." She insisted on.

"Flattery, I got no use for that. As for the cute picture, there is not going to be any cute picture. In fact, you won't put any picture with your article. Your editor already agreed to that." It was fun playing with reporters, especially the sexy ones.

Her jaw dropped open on hearing that. "My...my editor, you called up my office?"

"Did you forget that I was a detective? That's not nice at all, Miss Swan or should I say Miss Foster? Miss Swan, incidentally has taken a leave of absence due to the sudden demise of her father, sad, isn't it?" Well, the cat is out of the bag, no need to hide it anymore, this is where I show my true colours.