The M&M Case
The days following the visit to the bookstore passed wistfully. Cara's intuition started to peck at her throat, gnawing at her nerves. She would do the same everyday, look up at the ceilling, get angry when a tack fell on her then debate whether or not to rant at Ray about it. She was eternally biting on her lip, as evident by a cold sore that developed at the end of her smile. God, when was some poor guy gonna get maimed for her to eat up some of the reward?
"Excuse me, m'am. Is this Inspector Irwin's office?"
With a quick swivel, she turned around to meet the man at the counter.
She raised her voice to a high pitch, gesturing for Ray to come over. From where she was sitting though, it seemed like he was preoccupied trying to fix the clipboard again. She rolled her eyes. "Why, yes it is! How can I- I mean, we- help you, my good man? Murder, sabotage, robbery, scandal? We've seen it all here, right, Ray?"
