Numeric Five: Public Archive

Novel Preview: New Detective stories- The Sparkle Dog Butcher

[Story is rated M18+ from: tobacco, gore, and sexual references]

This is an artistic recount of a real Investigation, the animals involved have had their names changed for privacy.

Our sorrows reach out to all taken from us by the evils of the universe.

There was no break for detective Milo, even after the death of the Great Detective and his apprentice, for there is always another mystery to unravel. The sounds of rattling of the travel spacecraft as it entered the atmosphere of the destination planet, Milo thought only what he needed to do to fill in the void left by the Great Detective.

Walking with the crowd out of the spacecraft the gates opened up to City K10. With skyscrapers as tall as the clouds and more mansions than houses it was a place unfamiliar and uncomfortable for the Human Milo. He preferred places where your neighbors were one of your closest friends and communities helped each other. A city like K10, where independence was encouraged, from Milo experience festered the worst crime.

The address given to him was at water street, a place where flooding is frequent but rent cheap. Well cheap compared to everything else on the planet, Milo could still only imagine affording a place here. Even for an apartment, a housing design made to draw as much profit from as little land as possible was unaffordable. With water damaged walls and slanted foundations, the third level of one was where the address pointed to.

Up three flights of rickety stairs to the front door with a post-it note saying they are in the laundry room, then back down the stairs. Milo went towards the room that had the distinct metallic clanking sounds of a rotating washing machine drum. Hearing on top, the sounds of video social media playing out of someone's phone.

"Miss Lucky is that you', Milo called out.

The sound of the phone went silent. The quiet around the clanking was sinister.

"I haven't got the money right now", She yelled.

A fire axe swung at Milo. He ducked in time as it sliced off a few hair ends. Then a side swing which Milo jumped back to dodge. On his hip a 6 launcher, in it 6 bouncing projectiles, shot one onto the floor and it bounced into her paw. The weird pinching feeling made her drop the axe.

"Ouch", She rubbed her paw "your gun is less death dealing than I expected".

"It is a launcher", Milo had to always correct.

"That is odd weapon for a criminal to use", Lucky said.

"It is because I am not a criminal", Milo shouted "why would you attack a stranger", she put the axe back below the fire alarm.

"Thought you wanted money", she shrugged.

Miss Lucky was a white greyhound burdened by stress, bags around her eyes and the smell of tobacco off of her fur were the obvious signs. If the Great Detective was here, he would of respond to her stress and said the right calming words to prevent this axe cutting confrontation. Milo wasn't calm, still on edge from the axe and the threatening aroura from the clothesless less greyhound.

"Put on some clothes", Milo said uncaring, more a habit of social convention than his own thoughts.

"All my clothes are in the wash", she pointed behind her at the machine "unless your paying for another wash I'm not doing anything", she lit up a tobacco stick and inhaled the end "plus you're human".

"On galaxies does my species got to do with anything", Milo said. He never liked to be the forefront of anything, one part from the odd comments from strangers about his humanity.