answer:I was sitting in my office reading last weeks paper. My feet rested on the desk next to a plaque which read “private eye.” That’s me. As I perused the paper, I heard a pair of stelettos clack accross the hall and enter my office with a creak of the door. The broad set something on my desk. Peering up over the top of my paper, I saw that it was a lightbulb. I also saw that she was one classy dame. She told me her story. Her name was Miss pfeffer. After a run in with some landscapers and an advertising scheme, Someone had left the bulb on her doorstep. Was it a threat? A message? Someone was trying to tell her something, but what? She didn’t want to get the cops involved. “first of all,” I said “what was the name of the landscaping company?”...