Tombstone.
This evening I sat in Dutch Annie’s enjoying the festivities of the Christmas party they were throwing. The doves were tending bar and dancing and Castion was spinning the turntable. There was a good crowd of people dancing and I let the conversation swirl around me as I drank my Irish coffee.
“Trin, you a Pinkerton?” Cathy asked from the dance floor.
“Yes ma’am,” I nodded.
“You any good at finding something?”
“I’ve been known to find a few items and criminals,” I smiled at her. “What’s up? What do ya need found, Cathy?”
“Muriel got her pet beaver taken. Been missing for a couple of weeks. I’m worried about it... Last time I saw it, Lot was playing with it and since then... It’s been missing.”
“Poor thing,” Muriel sighed.
“Need to arrest Lot... I’m sure he has it,” Cathy said.
“Poor beaver,” Drac laughed.
“Really... S’pose I could look into it.”
“I think you’re right,” Muriel nodded. “If he has one, just yell out ‘Squirty is that you?!’ and see if she looks.”
“Well I can’t do much of the arresting part, but I can help try to find it. Then can alert whomever decides to grace us with their presence with a badge and tell them to do something about it,” I winked at Cas.
“Bet he teases it,” Cathy sighed. “Can you kidnap him... then we poke him with sticks ‘till he gives it back?”
“I just hope he doesn’t cut any more holes in her,” Muriel sighed.
“Oh, they don’t want me tellin’ ‘em what to do,” Cas said then.
“You’re our last hope,” Cathy looked at him.
“They never jump off the cliff when I tell ‘em to anyways,” Cas muttered.
The chatter continued and eventually I decided it was time to head home. I found Dash standing in front of the Oriental Saloon but he didn’t seem to be in any mood to help me find a beaver. I gave him a hug and said that I was around if he needed me and then headed back to my office.
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