 Whole Story Quest audiobooks presents the Seaside Detective Agency by J. C. Williams, narrated by Fraser Blacksland. Chapter 1 The Private Dick Sam's dilapidated Ford Fiesta had many faults. The season dictated the level of inconvenience. In the summer, he'd overheat as the electric windows had blown a fuse, and in the winter the heat had produced less warm air than a flatulating hamster. The battery was less selective of the calendar month, losing its charge at will. Sam blew furiously into his cupped hands to warm them, but it had little effect. Worse still, the icy air in his dodgy Ford had already chilled his coffee. Whoever was in charge of the naming of things at the motor company had a poor sense of humour, indeed. As Fiesta was in fact the very last word that might have come to Sam's mind. Bollocks, he said, because there was little else one could say under the circumstances. He cracked the door open, tossing the tepid contents of his coffee cup unceremoniously through the gap. The outside air felt warmer than that inside Sam's car, so he held the door open ajar with his foot. He took the piece of A4 paper, sat on the dashboard, and looked intently at the printed-out picture of a rather striking woman wearing tight Lycra running clothes. His hands trembled. He could hardly concentrate due to the throbbing pain in his frozen fingers. Bloody chill-blanes, he said. He didn't actually know what chill-blanes was exactly, but he'd read it in a book once and liked the sound of the word. Every time his hands got cold after that, he told himself it must be a case of the chill-blanes. He sat the image of the attractive, well-fit woman on the steering wheel, facing him, removed his gloves, and then plunged his hands down the front of his trousers. Cold, cold! he said, squirming his hands now sandwiched between his inner thighs and omae, which is what he called his bullsack. The moist heat of this intimate area produced the desired result, providing a blessed reprieve and warming his hands. Figuring that some friction would enhance the effect further, he rubbed his palms on his hairy legs enthusiastically, in sharp back-and-forth motions like he was starting a fire. He leaned his head back on the headrest, and a smile spread across his face in direct relation to the heat expanding through his digits. His eyes heart- Sample complete. Ready to continue?