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Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 8a – A Little Extra Help
They arrived at the West Hollywood Police Station. Hammer and Jim-Bean arrived later than the rest.
“What took you guys so long?” asked Blade, irritated.
“We made a side-trip,” said Hammer.
“Picked up a little toy,” said Jim-Bean.
The tip of an odd-looking sphere was visible in the rucksack Jim-Bean carried with him everywhere.
“What’s that?” asked Guppy.
“A toy. Like I said.” Jim-Bean jostled the bag and the toy went off, singing Old McDonald Had a Farm entirely out of animal noises: Meow, bark-bark, meow-meow-meow, moo, bark-bark-bark-bark-bark!
“You bought a toy at four in the morning?” asked Archive.
“I didn’t say I bought it,” said Jim-Bean.
Guppy eyed the sphere. “That thing looks a lot like the sphere we found.”
Jim-Bean winked back at him.
“We’re going to have to keep the paperwork straight,” said Blade. “With all the attention and murders, this is going to get sticky fast. Who wants to handle processing?”
Everyone looked away and cleared their throats. Except Caprice, who was too new to know any better.
“You’re it,” said Blade. “Report back to Drake. Let him know we’re going to need a clean-up operation.”
Caprice nodded. “On it.” He turned and then stopped. “Uh, what exactly should I drive?”
Jim-Bean threw him the keys. “Use the bug. Just don’t drive it around during the day.”
Caprice caught the keys. “Why not?”
“Don’t ask,” said Hammer.
They left Caprice behind as they entered the police station.
The officer at the front desk eyed Jim-Bean’s bag. “You’re going to have to check all that in. That goes for all of you. I know you’re Federal agents and all, but we have protocol here. Check it in.”
Jim-Bean bit his lip. After a moment he sighed and handed the bag over. “Fine. Here.”
“What was that all about?” Blade was smart enough to leave his hatchets and bow in the van.
Jim-Bean shrugged. “We just lost our decoy.”
They arrived at the West Hollywood Police Station. Hammer and Jim-Bean arrived later than the rest.
“What took you guys so long?” asked Blade, irritated.
“We made a side-trip,” said Hammer.
“Picked up a little toy,” said Jim-Bean.
The tip of an odd-looking sphere was visible in the rucksack Jim-Bean carried with him everywhere.
“What’s that?” asked Guppy.
“A toy. Like I said.” Jim-Bean jostled the bag and the toy went off, singing Old McDonald Had a Farm entirely out of animal noises: Meow, bark-bark, meow-meow-meow, moo, bark-bark-bark-bark-bark!
“You bought a toy at four in the morning?” asked Archive.
“I didn’t say I bought it,” said Jim-Bean.
Guppy eyed the sphere. “That thing looks a lot like the sphere we found.”
Jim-Bean winked back at him.
“We’re going to have to keep the paperwork straight,” said Blade. “With all the attention and murders, this is going to get sticky fast. Who wants to handle processing?”
Everyone looked away and cleared their throats. Except Caprice, who was too new to know any better.
“You’re it,” said Blade. “Report back to Drake. Let him know we’re going to need a clean-up operation.”
Caprice nodded. “On it.” He turned and then stopped. “Uh, what exactly should I drive?”
Jim-Bean threw him the keys. “Use the bug. Just don’t drive it around during the day.”
Caprice caught the keys. “Why not?”
“Don’t ask,” said Hammer.
They left Caprice behind as they entered the police station.
The officer at the front desk eyed Jim-Bean’s bag. “You’re going to have to check all that in. That goes for all of you. I know you’re Federal agents and all, but we have protocol here. Check it in.”
Jim-Bean bit his lip. After a moment he sighed and handed the bag over. “Fine. Here.”
“What was that all about?” Blade was smart enough to leave his hatchets and bow in the van.
Jim-Bean shrugged. “We just lost our decoy.”
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