The Peppermint Heist: Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night — the kind of night that makes you want to leave work early, thaw a TV dinner, and curl up on the couch with a noir detective novel. Before I could pack up for the day, she blew into my office out of the rain and peeled off her soaked raincoat.
She wore a T-shirt and yoga pants — the kind of pants that scream, “I can downward dog with a goat on my back!”
“Detective T, I need your help!” She dropped a large, clear bag of peppermint candies on my desk. One corner of the bag had a jagged hole. You know the kind of hole — a chewed hole made by a small rodent or stuffed pig.
“I get a delivery of peppermints every Christmas to share with my friends. But this year, the bag was open, and several mints were missing. I will pay you handsomely to nab this candy thief!”
What could I say? I’m a sucker for a dame in distress — especially a dame with peppermints. I took the case.
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