"The ring - let me see it."
"Oh... y... es... yes... " Her eyes still closed, she slides the ring off her finger and hands it over to the counter. I feel her attempt to reach it to me, but she fails miserably and gives the ring to God.
"U-Uh, a bit...
The next day, Connor joins me to to ask around in the surrounding stores, seeing if the owners or any workers were aware or had any evidence. After considering the options for a while, we began to walk to the least suspicious store - the bakery. We start by interrogating Pinx Sy, our local cockie baker.
"Hello, Ms. Sy, mind if you answer a few questions for me?"
"Oh. I don't mind! How 'bout I answer while eating some cockies?"
"That'd be lovely, thank you."
"Woah, son! That'd be great!" Con was... very excited about the cockies, he was basically jumping up and down in his not yet existing chair. Some might say he was a bit too excited (down there).
"Hold on, are the cockies on the house?"
Ms. Sy smiles. "Heck no! How else am I supposed to make a living if I just give out my cockies for free?"
"Then we'll pass-" I try to say, but Con quickly shoves me out of the way. "The fuck-"
"We'll have all of whatever's in the oven!" Con demands. Ms. Sy nods multiple times in amazingly fast speed to confirm our, or his, order.
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Con and I sit down at a table, a classic brown one, with the imprinting of "Upupu!" and under it, "You poo poo!" Hah. Classic Pinx Sy. She arrives with a plate full of cockies; beautiful, crispy, eggplant shaped cockies, fresh from the oven. She sets them on the table. I notice that there was a beautifully carved ring sitting there and I pick it up, inspecting it.
It's a silver- purple color. I put it down before Ms. Sy could say anything. I see her eye me through and through with my spectacular peripheral vision but then smile when I look at her directly.
"Thank you, Ms. Sy. Now, do you know anything about the incident with Devan Srsly?" Con asks, shoving one in his mouth. "It's quite delicious, with a slight taste of... salt... ?"
I begin to realize what I'm actually doing after my third cockie when impatiently waiting fro her answer. The aftertaste was bitter and weird, but for some reason I actually recognize it. Where have I tasted this before, I ponder. Con, not realizing that I stopped devouring the cockies, continues to eat. He seems to enjoy the cockies a lot, moaning in pleasure at the taste. Anyways, "Sorry, Ms. Sy. No home-o," I apologize, and elbow my partner to stop nom-ming.
"I'm sorry, I don't know much about it. I do know he's quite gay but very straight because he was very much infatuated with a beautiful maiden, her hair sparkled in the light and she always looked like an angel... like a Milraangel... " the young adult suddenly pauses, "I also knew that he was a former stripper," she says, her eyes glazing over, remembering his big and strong features.
"Wow, uhm, the maiden part was very helpful, actually." I begin to write this "Milraangel" down in my notes and look up to see Con staring at me longingly, for more cockies of course. Ignoring him for now, I realize I have my next suspect.
When we leave Ms. Sy's, we continue our investigation, and hop in our super hot SUV to look for more suspects. On the off-hand, we now need to find this "Milraangel" person, fast. Con turns on the radio, "MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WITH MY BITCH, SHE'S GONNA MAKE ME A SANDWICH DUDUDUDUDU!!" Con screeches. His horrible fucking voice hurt my ears and I slap him to make him focus on the investigation. Soon, we start knocking on doors and get responses like:
"Sorry, I don't know much."
"Who?"
One guy laughs, slapping his knees, "I couldn't give two shíts about that gay loser." I punch that ásshole in the face.
"I'm sorry, I left my craps at home." I punch his bítch áss in the face, twice this time. One for disrespecting me, and one for disrespecting Devan.
