Chapter 1: The Discovery

An ill wind blew that morning. People scurried about their daily business, keeping their heads down, avoiding eye contact. The summer was long gone, the cold bleakness of winter had its grip on everyone. None of this mattered to Dexter. Where ever he was, and whatever he was, it didn’t matter.
Underneath all the frozen peas and broccoli his naked body lay. How he came to be there? Maybe we’ll never know. Eventually his corpse would be found, he’d been at the bottom of the freezer for a week. 
"I’ll just get some peas" BB Takahashi, a student at the local university was out shopping with her housemate Lesley Young. 
"Oh my God! What the fuck is that?" Dexter’s icy features smiled up at BB "there’s a dead guy in the freezer" 
"no way! Stop joking about!"
"I’m serious Lesley, there’s a body in the freezer"
"Let me see…"
Too late, Mrs Harrison a 78-year-old grandmother reached down for some peas and was promptly greeted by Dexter’s frozen phallus. She promptly fell in a heap on the floor.
"Fuck!"
BB and Lesley helped the old dear to her feet. A young shelf-stocker ran over to see what the problem was. The police arrived a few minutes later. An ambulance took poor Mrs. Harrison to the local hospital. A middle-aged constable with an outrageous bear belly and a bright red face took statements from BB and Lesley. The news teams arrived.

Later that day, BB and Lesley met their friend E. Jonston in the Old Hill Road Café. E was a wiry young man, with a goatee beard and greasy unkempt beard he played the drums in a thrash metal band called Frozen Corpses. 
"No fucking way! You two found the dead guy at the supermarket? The one on the news?"
"Uh-huh…I didn’t really see much, just his manic grin. Lesley didn’t get to see anything, an old lady got there before she could…"
The café was as empty as ever, the rain pelted on the grimy windows; people quickly scurried past, occasionally looking in at the warm glow emanating from the shop. The friends sat at their usual table, Lesley smoked heavily, and taking long drags on her cigarette and staring absent mindedly out of the window.
"What did he look like?"
"Pardon?" replied BB
"What did the dead dude look like?"
"Well, I guess he was about 30. Just smiling, like the Joker out of Batman. It was creepy, the only other dead person I’ve seen was my granddad, and didn’t look as pleased as this guy did"
"hehe! Maybe he got laid before he got the chop?"
"Oh puh-lease! Is that all you ever think about? No wonder no girl on campus will come near you"
"Not true! Ladies love the E-Man! Ain’t that right Lesley"
But Lesley was miles away…"yeah I guess" she answered, even though she hadn’t really heard the question.
"Me and Les are pretty shaken up. You could try and be a little more supportive. It’s not everyday that you find a body in a freezer"
"I’m just trying to cheer you up, with my witty observations and suave good looks"
"Don’t bother"
Lesley was oblivious to the conversation around her. She’d heard the petty arguments between BB and E at least a million times before. She lit another cigarette and watched two raindrops racing down the windowpane. Her quiet contemplation hid her true feelings, BB was right she was pretty shaken up by the events of the day. The police had offered them counselling, but BB had rebuffed this suggestion in a second, stating that they were made of stronger stuff and weren’t going to flake out over some frozen body. Lesley wasn’t sure if she was that strong. People fought with their umbrellas outside in the strong wind. A cold blast entered the room as a couple of builders came into the café for their usual tea of bacon, eggs, chips and beans.
"Yo, Lesley, we’d better get to Professor Crumbs seminar, he won’t take finding a stiff as a good excuse for being late again" BB was fighting against a very powerful force in trying to get Lesley’s attention.
"Earth to Lesley…"
"Oh sorry BB…yes let’s get going" Lesley, stubbed out her cigarette, grabbed her bag and made for the door "Come on you two! We can’t sit around all day"
E and BB got up and followed their friend
"She’s weirder than usual today" E whispered to BB
"She’s got a lot on her mind"
"Not that drop-kick Steve? Please tell me it’s not him"
"Duh! What have been talking about for the last half-hour? The body, dude, the body!…Not that you’ve got any chance with Les"
Lesley, waited, umbrella in hand, it was one of those umbrella’s with ears that looked like a kitten, outside the café. 
"I’m gonna go to band practice now…" Said E
"What about Crumbs class?"
"I don’t care!"
"Okay, it’s your choice. You going to Denny’s party later?"
"Yeah, of course, the E-Man never misses a par-tay. Later my little sex muffins"
"Oh shut up!"
Lesley waved goodbye. The two young ladies made their way up the hill to the university, the ears of the umbrella bobbing up and down, and BB biker boots making large splashes in the numerous puddles. E stood and watched them walk off, he didn’t care what BB said, and he had more of a chance with Les than an idiot like Steve would ever have. 

Professor Crumb was a tall man in his late 40’s. His most striking feature was his unruly and unkempt beard. He was nice to the students who could be bothered with his class, and sarcastic to those who weren’t. Such was the lot of the Business History lecturer. Many of the students took his module as they saw as a nice easy ride, none of the numbers and models of some of the other subjects. He’d often wondered why BB and Les had taken his class, they weren’t even business students. 
"Ah, Miss Takahashi, Miss Young, glad you could make it today, to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?"
"Sorry, we really didn’t mean to be late today. You wouldn’t believe what happened to us" BB put on her sweetest voice, as she and Les took their seats at the back of the classroom.
"I probably wouldn’t…could you two wait behind after class."
Professor Crumb began his lecture on "The competitive environment of British business, 1850-1914". BB took out her art sketchbook and began drawing, Les resumed her interest in watching the rain drops race down the windowpanes. 
The other four students who had turned up that afternoon took notes, and asked Crumb questions. He was having a good day, but he was still puzzled by the two oddly dressed girls, and eared umbrella sitting at the back of the classroom. 
"I’d really just like to know why you signed up for my class, you are both doing a degree in art aren’t you?"
"well, it’s like this, the crappy university got Les’ enrolment all wrong this year, and they aren’t prepared to admit they made a mistake and change her classes, she’s in Introduction to Accounts as well, so I changed some classes to keep her company" BB always did the speaking, Les stared at the ground and twirled her umbrella around. 
"Do you all the talking, Barbara? In fact I’ve never heard Lesley speak"
"It’s BB, thank you sir. She’s just a bit shy, and we’ve had a very weird day"
"oh yes, your wonderful excuse, pray tell" Professor Crumb was basically a good soul, and he was already softening his stance, he knew how badly disorganised the university was.
"Well, we found a body at the supermarket, you must have heard about it on the news?"
"I didn’t hear about that. Why on earth did you come to class today?" He wasn’t sure whether to believe them or not, but he let the excuse go.
"We thought you’d get angry and tell the uni we weren’t attending classes, you’ve got a reputation!"
"Look, I tell you what, now I know about all this. I’ll have a word to admissions, see if I can get your classes changed back, though there’s only two weeks of the semester left or I can do a deal with you"
"A deal? What do you have in mind" Enquired BB. Les’ mind began to race what if he means some kind of freaky three-some? Les’ gaze shifted toward the door, she calculated that if they kicked him really hard, where it would hurt they could escape quite easily…
"Just write the final essay and I’ll pass you, just hand in some work, that’s all you have to do"
"Really? I guess we could do that, but…"
"let me guess, you haven’t taken any notes or done any reading?"
"You got it!"
"I’ll lend you some books. Just write an essay"
"Wow thanks! Professor Crumb"
"Just call me Nigel"
"Thanks Nige! You are the greatest" BB gave Crumb a kiss on the cheek. She almost choked on his beard.
"Les, if you’ve got any problems, don’t hesitate to come to my office" Nigel Crumb, was just doing his job as college mentor, but in the mind of Lesley Young this turned into another proposition. 
Les mumbled "I’m okay, thanks sir".
"Alright you two, if you have a problem like this again, tell the lecturer before you’ve almost done a full semester’s worth of crisis. Oh, and if you see Edwin Jonson tell him I want to see him, I won’t be so easy on him, he’s a Business Studies student"
BB and Les left the classroom. Professor Crumb chuckled to himself, "dead bodies in a freezer indeed, that’s the best excuse I’ve ever heard"
"Thank you sir!…Honestly Les we’re uni students. We have to call them by their first names"
"You didn’t have to kiss him! I reckon he’s a right pervert, inviting me to his office and offering us favours. What does he want in return?"
"I think you are over reacting a bit…anyway, lets get home, Denny’s party tonight"
"I don’t think I want to go"
"Why?…you’ve got to, I told E we’d be there, Steve might be there as well"
"I don’t care, it’s been a terrible day"
"Look, just come for a bit, if you get fed up we’ll go home"
"I dunno"
"Come on, it’s better than moping about at home, getting all morbid and thinking that some old beardy lecturer is going to ravish you the first chance he gets!"
"Okay, just for a bit"
"Plus everyone will want to talk to us about the dead guy"
Les didn’t respond; she was already back in her little world. Thinking about the dead body, the old lady, maybe they should go and visit her? But where does she live? Is she in hospital, had she gone into shock and had a heart attack? What was Crumbs plan? What has she got to say to him? Who was the dead guy? Why doesn’t the policeman who interviewed them try and lose some weight? He was very large. Should she go to the party? Shouldn’t she call her mother and tell her about what happened? In fact, she thought, she’d do that as soon as she got home, it was the logical thing to do, maybe she’d go home for the weekend.
BB and Les had been joined by another ‘friend’, called Zara. BB began rambling about the events of the day, and everything and anything, Les as usual kept quiet except for the occasional "cool" or "uh-huh". Les didn’t really like her much, Zara was a typical sort of posh floozy (in Les’ opinion), the sort who had way too much money and never seemed to do any work. I bet she would go to Pervert Crumb’s office and do whatever disgusting deed he asked her to do, she thought. 
"I’ll see you both at Denny’s party tonight. I must hear more about your wild adventures this morning" Said Zara as she got into her new Mercedes in the uni car park, "I’d offer you a lift, but I’m afraid I have to pick up Billy from his office, his BMW is at the garage". As Zara drove off, BB muttered "fucking stupid stuck up bitch"
"you don’t like her either?"
"Not at all, I thought she was your friend?"
"I’m not the one whose been talking to her for the last 15 minutes"
"Oh BB, you’ll talk to anyone won’t you?"
"I guess so, I’m a people person, I like gossip…did you know that Zara knows this girl, Ingrid, who is going out with Steve?"
"I told you I don’t care about Steve, lets just get to the bus stop and get home, I want to call mum"
"Ok ok! Jeez! No need to bite my head off"
The two girls chatted about nothing in particular on the way home. Well, as you know BB talked, Les listened. Still the body in the freezer troubled Les. Who was he? Where did he come from? How did he die? Who killed him? Perhaps she’d never know.

Chapter 2

Les sat in her room, scribbling notes in her diary, about everything that happened that day and anything else that came into her head. She wrote about how annoyed she was getting about here friends teasing her about Steve. She didn’t like him at all, she’d never even spoken to him. She wrote about how she did not want to go to Denny’s party. Les had been keeping her diary for over three years, and she would always check that it was in its right place at least five times before she would leave the house.
"Les come quick! We’ve made the news!!!" BB’s voice boomed through the wall. Les quickly locked her diary and put it under her bad, and ran to the living room.
"…the body is to believed to be that of the internationally renowned chef Dexter Huxley. The cause of his death remains a mystery. Huxley had been missing for two weeks since arriving in London from Los Angeles, he was due to prepare dinner for the Prince of Wales at the Ritz. The police have set up a special number for anyone who may have seen Mr. Huxley during in the past two weeks. Our Reporter Sharon Collins reports from the scene in Harrow, Northwest London…"
"They should have interviewed us! I can’t believe it! We should be on the fucking news right now!" BB was clearly annoyed at being snubbed by the BBC. 
"I wouldn’t want to be on the news. I’d probably end up attracting some creepy stalker."
"Oh Les! What are you on about? I’m going to phone the papers tomorrow, offer them exclusive interviews" Les suspected that her friend was only half joking.
"Whatever! I’d better call mum"
"Make it quick, we’ve gotta leave for Denny’s soon" BB went off to her room to look for outfits. Les went back to her room and dialled the number. Her mother was glad to here from her, shocked by the news initially but by the end of the conversation was making flippant remarks.
"A naked chef, dead in a freezer", that’s putting ideas in my head"
"Mother! That’s a terrible thing to say"
"We’ll I’ll see you on Saturday"
"okay, bye mum"
"take care Lesley"

BB and Les left their flat. BB in an outrageously tight outfit and thigh high boots with 4-inch heels, Les in the same clothes she’d be wearing all day. It was already 10 o’clock by the time they left.
"How can you walk in those boots?"
"With great difficulty"
The two girls made their way down the street. When they were out of sight Clive Finch, a short hunched up man wearing a long coat and dear-stalker hat came out from behind a bush, went up to the front door and pushed a brown envelope underneath it. He quickly scurried off, moving his head from side to side.
Denny’s party was in full swing when they arrived. E was standing on a table drinking from a Vodka bottle, and shouting along to the "Final Countdown".
"Les! BB! My main squeezes are here! Come join the E-Man! None of these other peeps are hip enough!"
"I’m going to sit over there" Les spotted a chair in the corner. The perfect place to people watch from. BB mingled with the crowd. Denny spotted Les and came over to join her.
"I didn’t think you two were going to come. E has been here for three hours, I don’t remember inviting him"
"Oh, he’s harmless really, just don’t start him off on drummers"
"I know! I’ve already had the Lars Ulrich is the greatest drummer in the history of the world, and anyone who disagrees can kiss my spotty arse monologue"
"hehe…yep, we’ve heard it a few times too"
"You’re not going to sit in this corner all night are you?"
"Probably, I don’t really know anyone here. Plus, everyone thinks I have a mad crush on Steve."
"I didn’t see him either, but he’s here, somewhere…"
"Well, as long as he doesn’t come over here…"
The party was getting noisier, BB had joined E on the table. The other were egging them on in a rendition of "Crazy Crazy Nights. Denny and Les chatted for a while longer. The weirdness of the day was quickly catching up with Les again. Zara and her city boyfriend Billy came down a flight of stairs, looking the worse for wear. Les still hadn’t spotted Steve, she was relived. She settled into one of her day dreams, this time about grabbing Zara and bobbing her head back and forth into the punch bowl and then chucking her out into the garden, followed up by a frog-splash from the balcony. She wasn’t a violent person normally but her daydreams could get pretty extreme.

The party continued unto the early hours. BB and E danced and drank the night away. Les eventually spotted Steve, he was chatting up every girl he could see, wearing his tatty old leather jacket. Les made her exit to the garden before he could see her. Why does everyone think I like that wretch, she thought. Maybe Steve likes me? I don’t care. The night was clear, the rain and the wind of the previous day had passed. The stars shone brightly, the crescent moon hovered gently in the deep dark blue sky. Les looked up at the constellation of Orion, it had always been her favourite, its beautiful belt sparkled, and the Orion nebula shimmered. She thought about the millions of stars in that one small part of space, it filled her heart with joy. She forgot about the body and the day, she felt small and humble. A meteorite danced across the inky darkness. Her grandmother has told her that a shooting star means that there is a new soul in Heaven. Les smiled, she’d always wanted to see one, she knew everything would be all right. She lit a cigarette and watched the smoke drift of and mingle with the cold night air.
"Here…you are, what are…he h he… you doing out here in the cold? It’s fucking freezing!!" BB was looking quite drunk, she had a Vodka bottle in one hand, her normally neat bobbed hair was all messed up and sticking out in all directions. 
"Just looking at the night, it’s beautiful, don’t you think?"
"It’s okay, I mean if you like that sort of thing. There’s a party going on inside!"
"I got bored with that. I saw that creep Steve"
"When are you two just gonna break the tension…and get it together?"
"Never"
"hahaha…you’re funny…come in and get a drink…E stills wants you to do some dancing…we’re putting on the Abba records soon…" BB took a big swig from the bottle, spun around flamboyantly and returned to the party. Les continued looking out at the night, but it didn’t feel so good now. People will always ruin great moments, bring you back down to earth. But she couldn’t remain mad at her friend for long. She went back to her chair in the living room, and watched people having fun.

Chapter 3

They didn’t notice the letter until the following morning. Les found it on the doorstep, next to where E had passed out on the stairs. It was addressed to "The girls who found the body", inside it was a key and a note which read "go to 14 Hanover Street, Richmond". This instantly freaked out Les. A thousand thoughts entered her mind. What if it’s some sort of sick serial killer? What if it’s the police trying to frame them for murder? What if it’s a communication from the other-side? What if when they open the door, the place blows up?…She ran up to the stairs to BB’s room. Almost treading on E’s arm. 
"Wake up BB! Wake the hell up" She screamed. 
"…whaaa…ttt…?"
"Wake up! We got a really strange letter!"
"…what time is it?…what…are you on about?"
"We got a letter, with a key. Just get up!"
"ok, ok, I’m getting up…this better be good."
Les explained the letter to BB.
"We’d better go to the police"
"Are you kidding? This could be a great adventure. I say we go and check this place out, if we get into any trouble we’ll call the cops. We’ll take E for protection. Go wake that lazy ass"
"I’m not sure. I say we just call the cops. You’re not going to listening are you?"
"Yo dudes! What’s for breakfast?….The E-Man is a-starving!!!" E stumbled into the room looking like a dishevelled Alice Cooper. 
"No time for breakfast , you lazy fucker! We’re off to Richmond!"
"What the fuck for?…Can’t I just eat first?"
"No time. Go and get your van started up, you’re driving"
"BB I’m really not sure about this"
"It’ll be fun. Give you something to write about, in that diary of yours"

The trio set off in E’s van. Clive Finch waited until they were a few minutes ahead of them, he didn’t need to follow them that closely, and he knew where they were going.
"Guy’s I’m really not sure about this. We can call the cops, go to close and just have a normal day"
"A normal day?…Come on Les, this is gonna be fun, what could possibly go wrong?"
"Yeah! You got me to protect you! I’m a black belt" E. switched on his stereo, Cannibal Corpse filled the van.
"Open the window, it stinks in here"
"That must be Carlos. He sleeps in here"
At the back of the van, something stirred. Les turned around and screamed, something was moving.
"Dudes, what's going on?" Asked Carlos, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"You see, we’ve got even more protection now!" E, didn’t seemed too concerned about his bass playing band mate.
"You didn’t tell us he was in here"
"I forgot"
"What’s going on? Can we stop and get breakfast?" Like E, Carlos could only think about his stomach.
"We’re going to Richmond geezer, we are like the Scooby Doo gang"
"Oh please, grow up! Cartoons are just so your level" BB and E and Carlos began to argue in their usual friendly manner. Les sat back and thought about what they were doing. It was stupid, why had she let her friends get her into this sort of thing. Any sensible person would have just called the police. This could be my last day on this planet, we are just driving toward certain death. Les was prone to being melodramatic, but this time she felt justified.
They arrived at Hanover Street at around twelve. Carlos and E spotted a Mc Donald’s and made a break for it. "We’ll be 5 minutes!!" Shouted E. Les and BB waited by the van. Clive Finch parked his car in a side street and decided to wait.
"Why are we doing this BB?"
"Oh come of it Les, you’re just as curious as us. Chill, it’ll be fine. Carlos is a big guy, and I know you’ve got violent tendencies too"
"That’s so not true. I don’t have a malicious bone in my body"
"hehe yeah! If anything goes wrong just think about Zara or Steve"
"Alright Ladies, we are back! We bring a feast fit for the Gods" E carried 4 bags, Carlos in this Iron Maiden t-shirt which was getting too small due to his rapidly expanding waist line was already stuffing his face.
"Let's go and open that door"

Fourteen Hanover Street was not a particularly conspicuous building, just an Edwardian terrace house, on a well-to-do road. BB unlocked the door, and they entered. The house was almost completely empty. The living room consisted of a television set and a sofa. The kitchen looked fairly average. There seemed to be no personal belongings down stairs. They climbed the stairs, an empty bathroom, and two empty bedrooms. In the last bedroom, there was a laptop computer, several cookery books, a chef's outfit and an array of various pills. 

Downstairs, the front door opened. 
"Did you hear that?" Said Les "This is just creepy, lets go, call the cops and let them deal with it"
"I think you’re right"
"This is fucking lame, this guy didn’t even have a play station" 
Les noticed that Carlos was missing.
"I think he’s taking a dump"
"Oh that’s so gross" exclaimed BB.
Colin Finch made his way up the stairs. He entered the third bedroom.
"I’ve been expecting you, please take a seat" He said calmly. Les, E and BB were too afraid to move, more in shock than the presence of Colin. Before he could say anything else, he fell in a heap on the ground. 
"Take that jabroni! No one messes with my buds" Carlos stood over Clive's unconscious body.
"You’ve fucking killed him, you idiot" Shouted BB.
"Self defence! I thought he had a gun!"
"Stand back, let me see if he’s okay" Les took charge, whilst E and Carlos high fived.
"I think he’s okay...Can you hear me?"
"uurrrgghhh…where…am…I?"
"You crept up on us. Who are you?"
"I’m C-Clive. Dexter’s half brother…"
Les helped Colin to his feet. After a few minutes he was feeling better. 
"Help me get him down the stairs"
"I’m quite alrigh…" But before he could finish his sentence E and Carlos had each grabbed one of his arms and were carrying him down the stairs, like they were carrying a carpet.
"Good cop, bad cop" Whispered BB to Les.
Downstairs, Les considered making some tea for them all, but decided it was for the best not to eat anything in the house, just in case it was poisoned. Carlos checked the house to see if Clive had any other people with him.
"Why did you lure us here?" Enquired BB, putting on her school mistress voice. E and Carlos sat either side of him.
"I thought you could help"
"Help you how? We’re not the police or private detectives" Said Les.
"I know, but you found Dexter. I can’t trust the cops, they might be in with his murderers"
"So, this Dexter was murdered" BB got right up to his face, and eyeballed him "I hope you are telling the goddamn truth, little man, me and my associates don’t like liars. Let me tell you about the last guy who crossed us…"
"It’s true. A lot of people would want to kill Dexter. International cookery is very competitive"
"I take it that Dexter lived here?" Les decided that BB’s bad cop routine wasn’t really necessary.
"He was going to move in. The Prince of Wales was going to offer him a job as royal chef…"
"But you haven’t told us why you went to all this trouble to get us here?"
"I think in hindsight, it was a foolish way to go about things" Clive glared at Carlos, who gave a sweet-as-pie ‘who me?’ smile.
"I want you to help me find Dexter’s killers"
"What?" Replied BB
"Find Dexter’s killers. I’ll pay you"
"Do we look like mercenaries?"
"Please…I only need you work at the kitchens of a few of Dexter’s rivals, see what you can find out, you can live your lives as normal. I have another person doing the really dangerous work."
"If the dude want’s to give us money, I say we go for it" E voiced his opinion. "I’m totally in! I need a new bass. Sorry about hitting you…by the way"
"Do I look like a kitchen hand to you?" BB was quite insulted. 
"You two girls could work as waitresses, I can give you fake references."
"A waitress!!!…You’re taking the piss now!"
"I’ll pay you £500 per week, plus the wages you get for working there. Please say you’ll help"
"Oh okay, that sounds better. I want cash"
Les kept quiet. This strange little man was off his head. An international conspiracy of murderous chefs? Paying off the police? Wanting us to go undercover to investigate? Luring us here, when a knock on the door would have been better for his health?
"Your friend doesn’t look sure. You think I’m mad, don’t you?"
"Completely, we should just have you arrested"
"Please, I have one last thing that will convince you that I’m telling the truth. It’s a special recipe that Dexter was working on, it would’ve put him at the top. People would kill for it. I have a copy. But, I believe that copies have been made. It’s the recipe for "Supersonic nut crunch zing pie", it would’ve blown all other desserts out of the water"
Oh brother! This guy is a loon. Killing someone over a cake? Les looked at her friends, they didn’t seem to be so taken anymore. BB’s eyes motioned for the door. 
"Err, I think we’ll be off now"
"Wait! You said you’d help!" Clive's arms flapped about.
"I’m sorry, I don’t think we can, it sounds like you made the whole thing up"
"I swear to you I didn’t. If I can’t convince you now, I will contact you again in a week. I think you will change your mind" With that Clive Finch got up, and quickly strolled out of the room. Les had surprised herself, with how confident she’d been, in a crisis she was always calm and collected.
"fucking weirdo" BB broke her silence.
"Let’s just get home, and get back to normal"
"Word! We better get to band practice. I think I ‘ll write a freakin’ song about killer cooks!" Carlos took a sip from his coke. 
"What should we do with the key?"
"Just post it through the letter box. We’re not coming back here"

Clive Finch sat in his mini. He was still a little groggy. 
"They’ll come round" Said Danni DeMontague, private detective. 
"I hope you are right, Dexter was a good man. I won’t rest until his death is avenged"
"You’re going to give yourself a coronary" Danni was an elegant woman in her early thirties, she wore the latest fashions and always wore her Gucci sunglasses, none the sort you’d think was a private detective. She sat in the passenger seat applying lipstick, looking in the wing mirror. 
"I think I messed that up"
"Perhaps"

Chapter 4