Note this about a gal working with her husband and she sounds like out of New york so if some people with no imagination can't read don't read mine to cut her down this is the way the good New Yorkers speak I hear them every day thank you
I couldn't get anything done that morning trying to do our taxes as Arlene was getting her mothers birthday gift picked out and I shook my head
(full stop/period missing) "I'll be...Know my figures are..."
Then the most shocking thing about some people is that they can be quiet, too quiet when they greet you without knocking
(full stop/period missing) "Mr. Ference?...This Morals Ference Office?"
I jerked around as the two older men were sitting at the chairs provided for their amusement with a real thick folder on the top was (Secreto) in big red letters and then El Distrito Federal de Mexico. I knew it was going to be one of those days
"What can I help with the Mexican Government gentlemen?"
They looked at the folder as they sized me up bringing out his briefcase speaking "Were going to offer you 150,000. Dollars...Up front Mr. Ference...Right here...Upon one piece of advice...Don't refuse...Your the best in the business"
I barely looked at the case as he opened it
(guess what? full stop/period missing 
) "Let me guess...You want me to donate this to charity down the hall?"
He looked at his partner who didn't say aword so far,didn't even smile...Which could mean anything huh. He finally did say something never raising his voice "Mr. Ference...You might think were crack pots...Maybe two old farts sitting wasting our time...we were sent by a rather large group of investors across the country of United States...Our home..." He slammed his hand down hard enough to make my tax paper fly off "We will not waste your time...Kindly listen to our offer" He never raised his voice as his partner opened the file with the little red string keeping it all together. I knew my taxes would have to wait as it sat on the floor "Here we go...One Rafeal Orillios Ganzalos...This character is an assassin...We are one hundred precent correct he will operate in our Country...Soon" I thought about that word "Soon" Only one thing came to mind
(yep, missed it again.) "Where?"
They looked at each other as the first one said quietly "No es Buena idea en mi opinion"
I figured why not join in on the conversation "Tienes Algun Problema Senore?"
They looked at me in shock as the first stammered "AaH...Do you by chance have relatives in Mexico Mr. Ference?" As his hand was slowly moving to his pocket
"I wouldn't reach any further if I were you...Inside my desk is an old friend unclear just who is speaking.12 gauge...All I have to do is raise my knee and get back to my taxes"
They stopped as the second one smiled getting up "Mr Ference...Maybe were just feeling desperate...We would like to keep you as our employed detective...My accountant can solve your dilemma...At no charge...Of course" chuckling getting all the paper work off the floor sliding it all into their case and making their way out quietly
"Hey...I don't even know your names"
The second one was closing the door still smiling "We know you Mr Ference" Slowly closing the door an left "I'll be...Just might get the taxes done on time this year huh"
I opened the report as Arlene my wife 6 feet 4 three and a half feet of blonde hair got in from our own elevator "Oh had to ged dat one idem seval huded dollas...fo motha...Whads dis?"
I turned the case around opening it "Look honey our refund...Got our taxes done in...record time"
She looked at it shocked "Moyals...Wheah did dis come fwom?"
I smiled "Well there was this little leperchand and...Yeah your right...I robbed the Bank of England"
She smiled an took a stack of ten thousand kissing me on the forehead "Dank yo Moyals be a minute ged someding betta" She left as quick as it all came and I turn
ed it around looking it over shutting the case "Well its going to help me find this guy"
I left a message for Arlene on where to find me and got on a flight for Houston Texas and it was one hot place just what they call summer time, well it was an oven and the people were nice as could be "Would ya'll get out of the way!"
I made sure I wasn't standing in any doorways making my way for the cactus lounge "You have any welcome mat for eastern folk here?" She must have been fifty or so and smiled with two seperate teeth missing and hissed as she spoke
"You'll have to speak up friend...WELL SPEAK UP!"
I nodded looking around as the customers were sizing me up as one older Mexican sitting on a barstool quietly told her "Rosy...Have the gentleman a fizztickle"
She looked at him funny "You!...Hey Gent!...You want a fizzy?"
I didn't have any idea what it was "I wouldn't mind having one thank senore"
He nodded getting back to his paper "Anytime senore...relax you'll do alright...Not another word for a while...hear me?"
I nodded and took a drink of the purple drink set in front of me and it burned all the way down as I looked for something cool, several people laughed seeing my expression "See the gringo is...A gringo Eh?"
They all laughed good naturedly and I sat there what felt like ages as the crowd thinned a little as the bored ones left for home as the fella put up his paper after the last three people slowly made there way out, the next thing I know is he was covering me with his 45 as the whole room filled up with men and women who pulled their own guns out That is one, long, never-ending (because there's no full stop/period!) sentence. 
Right, I'll leave you to format the rest. Try and clean up the punctuation. You want readers to understand your work, right? Don't put them off by not attending to simple stuff you can fix.
Also the New York dialect: I don't hear it every day, or even once a month, but as your reader you'll have lost me if I don't get what the lovely Arlene is saying. It's no good the author (you) telling me that's correct/accurate/whatever. If I don't understand it, what's the point of continuing to read it? Get my meaning?
