"Detective Stone here." Mitch cleared his throat. "I, uh, I'm looking for Sunshine Meadows. Most people call her Sunny. I call her Tink because there's nothing to the woman. But never mind that. The point is, I'm looking for her. Seems I'm always looking for her," he grumbled. "She's a little thing. Short, spikey blond hair, green eyes ... basically like the real Tinker Bell. Anyway," he swiped his hand through the air and came into the room further, "have you seen her?"
Walking warily around the room, he added, "Man, it really is dark in here." He shook his head on a frown. "I followed her in here once before, and let me tell you, it was no picnic. You'd be smart to watch your back. Apparently there are some real characters who hang out here. In fact, I heard some of them are actual killers. Unless, you're one of them. I mean, you're not, are you?" He parted his sport coat and dropped his hand to his gun then heaved out an irritated breath. "This is just like Sunny to stick her nose in places where it doesn't belong. Every time I start investigating a new case, she shows up, asking questions, chasing after wild goose chases, and stirring up trouble. No matter how many times I tell her to stay put, she never listens. I tried to tell her getting involved with these killer characters wasn't a good idea. No telling what kind of influence they will have over her."
He made one more sweep around the room, checking every hiding place without any luck. "She thinks I don't think she's any good at sleuthing, and that I don't believe she's really psychic."
He suddenly looked around as though something serious had occurred to him. "Hey, you don't have a cat, do you?" He shuddered. "Because I heard that some of these characters do. I'm not all that fond of cats, especially Sunny's. She calls him Morty, short for immortal. I don't think he's immortal. I think he's the devil. There's something not right about him. It's like he can see right into a person's soul. Kinda freaks me out. In fact," Mitch started backing toward the exit, "I think that's my cue to leave. Do me a favor. If you see Sunny, don't tell her I'm looking for her. Tell her that Granny Gert is looking for her. Today's Thursday. That's Granny's baking day. Tell Sunny that Granny is out of flour. That will send her home for sure, then I can stop worrying and do my job. Like investigating this corpse she supposedly saw in her crystal ball. If it's not one thing, it's another with her. I'll tell ya, she's gonna be the death of me yet." The corner of his lip tipped up ever so slightly. "But she sure is entertaining."
Tempest in the Tea Leaves - August 2011
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