"It's my husband Stanley, he, he went on a busines trip to Detroit last month. This in itself was not so strange, but he had a reciept from a motel in Hell, Michigan. It' Hell is some distance from Detroit and offered no business sales that I know of! The reciept showed him at the motel for three nights. Since his return he has not had sex with me even though I asked for it. He can stay in the bathroom for hours during the night. I hear heavy breathing and him stomping about, yet if I ask if he's all right I get no answer. His job is going down the drain since he hasn't sold any product this month. He travels but only to Hell, Michigan and has not credit card charges for a motel, just gas expense! It might be another woman or maybe more, that's what I want you to find out!"
"Most interesting, but a normal P.I. would be better at this than my...." as she cut me off!
"No there's more Stanley aways like a good steak dinner, but now his delight is two or three salads for dinner. He snacks on veggies by the pound and I found breeder's magazines like Arabian Horse World, and The American Breeder's Stud catalog. He uses a heavy colone and wears no jewelry. After a shower the drain is full of short straight hairs. Also his electric shaver needs recharging daily from long heavy use!"
"What's the name of the Motel he stayed at?" I asked.
"De`Ja'Vu for Men!" came the response. "See why your business name touched my thought of coming here," said Mrs. Atwell.
I agreed to the assignment and continued to fill in the blanks about Stanley and his lifestyle. The fee was explained and Mrs. Atwell left while I turned to Rusty and said, "find me all you can on Hell, Michigan!"