Master William could never understand the concept of catch and release. “Why bother, if you’re only going to let it go, Mister?” Sig enjoyed some caperberry liqueur from his cordial glass and adjusted his hat. “Because, my dear boy, it’s the thrill of the hunt! Lustreland Falls has plenty of blinklefish, and they put up quite the fight!”
“But I’m hungry.” William was constantly hungry. Second breakfast was two too few, and seafood was his favorite. He wondered if he was an osprey in a former life. He broke a leg trying to fly off the Baubleglam Towers in Y’tarem city trying to find out. What a disappointment.
William pawed at his ruff. “Do I really have to wear this thing?”
“Absolutely.” Sig said slightly hurt.
“Why?”
“Because you’d ruin the absurdity!”
No more than a few seconds after the exchange, there was a tug on the line. Sig reeled and reeled, turned his fishing pole left and right. “This one’s a whopper, my dear lad!” He fought and fought with a few harrumpfs and a “fiddle-dee-dee” on the side. At the end of such a foreseen battle, he held up the largest blinklefish anyone has ever seen. As he popped out the hook, it fell against the dock.
*WHUMP* *WHUMP* *WHUMP*
That fish must have been made of solid gold. It began to convulse.
*WHUMP* *WHUMP* *WHUMP* *WHUMP*
The last bang wrenched him out of it. The door! Someone was at the door. “al-RIGH-timcomin'” was about all Sig could muster at that moment. He didn’t do well with getting up from sleeping. He put on some dirty clothes and cracked the front door to the chains. A young woman with long, dark brunette hair stared at him unsurprised with her brown eyes. It was his partner, Benelli.
“Ohhh, heyyyy…” Sig said in a way that would make anyone question his sobriety.
“We need you at the station.” Long Island was a faraway place, geographically speaking, but would only be a stone’s throw with his partner around.
With that, he combed his hair and put on his holster and shoes. There was breakfast waiting for him in her SLS GT Coupe.
“You only do this, when McGreavy’s about to bite my head off.”
“Yeh, they pulled your car out of the ‘chumi this morning. You’ve got some talkin’ to do. The Chief doesn’t like his force being so loud and obvious. It makes everyone nervous.”
“That’s what he gets for hiring a smart mouth like me. Say, how did you get the money to buy this thing, anyway? It’s mint.”
“I’m better with money than you are.”
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