The wrong brother.
Just then another slip fell out of the folder as it fluttered onto my lap.
I picked it up with my numb fingers as I read it outloud.
“Tuesday night–8:30PM, Super Wave Restaurant—Dress sexy.”
“What the hell‐” I whispered.
I quickly picked up my phone only to find out that today was a freaking Tuesday.
“Holy shit–”
Why would the PI tell me to dress sexy, or was there something I was missing?
Just then, my phone rang loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts, I flinched, and then the name came splashing on my screen