“I’ll need you to move your vehicle, the detectives would like to park here.”
“We’re already parked here.”
“No, I want you to move. There’s been a homicide and the police detectives will want to park here.”
“Do they know who did it?”
“Yeah, that bearded guy and the dwarf. The bearded guy had blood all over his suit.”
“That was his second best detective suit.”
“Pardon?”
“Oh nothing. Are they still downstairs?”
“No, they’ve been taken to the station.”
“The train station?”
“No.”
“The petrol station?”
“Duh.”
“The first aid station?”
“The police station you moron! How do you know the bearded guy was wearing his second best detective suit?”
“I saw him.”
“Hey, you could be a material witness.”
“I don’t know anything about material.”
“I mean you may have seen them with the deceased.”
“I have seen them but I did not see them with the deceased because, as far as I know, the deceased can’t walk.”
“What?”
“That’s true, the Author doesn’t believe in the undead. I don’t know how he’s going to make the Horror dimension book work.”
“I think you’re crazy,” said the sergeant as he made a circling motion with his finger near his forehead, “When did you get out of the nuthouse?”
“About a week ago,” replied Fawh as he drove off straight over the Sergeant’s foot.
YOU ARE READING
The Detective One
Science FictionThe Fifth book in the Arth Series. Arthur and the rest are cooped up in the cowboy/detective dimension. Mr. White-not-Black has been murdered and they must find the culprit. Yes it is supposed to be funny.
