C23 Private Investigator

The time was seven-thirty p.m. Darius was in his office in downtown Miami. His office was vast and quite magnificent. It was oak-paneled with bright lighting, heavy white Persian rugs, a big glass-topped desk, a large black armchair, and a floor-to-ceiling window that ran the length of the room's view side. He had an uninterrupted view of the busy activities in the streets