Sitting down at a table near the window Trelainne asked, "Are you and Arthur going to have a baby?"
"That's not very subtle, we have thought about it though. What about you and Alf?"
"I'm too old for that."
"You're only 300 aren't you? Have you had kids before?"
"Yes, with my previous husband, Gelleren."
"Was he the one who died in the Goblin Wars?"
Trelainne welled up a little, "Yeah," she nodded.
Arianne put her hand on Trelainne's shoulder.
"We had a son and daughter. I need to visit them sometime, I must have great, great, great grand kids by now." She smiled and so did Arianne.
"Who do you think's done the murder?" wondered Arianne.
"It could be anyone," Trelainne replied. "Knowing the Author he'll probably say it's [Censored by the Author]."
"So like a [Censored by the Author] is a hit man for the Mob?"
"So we think it's a mob hit then? That would make sense if this book is about corruption in high places."
"So you think it could be somebody normal, a normal gangster?"
"Maybe, or one of those high profile VIP's who don't want to be named and shamed in the papers. The Police Chief, Commissioner, Chief Judge, District Attorney or Mayor."
"What rhymes with named and shamed?"
YOU ARE READING
The Detective One
Sci-fiThe 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.
