Sneak Peek: The Iggy Chronicles, Volume 1
Bernie himself has a beautiful voice, although you couldn’t always call it soft. It softened now. “How about we take it from the top?” he said. And right then I knew that everything was cool, taking it from the top being one of our best techniques at the Little Detective Agency. Another good one is me grabbing the perp by the pant leg, how our cases usually end. “When did you first notice that Iggy was missing?”
“When Edna woke me this morning. Iggy usually sleeps at the foot of the bed but he wasn’t there.”
“Edna’s back home from the hospital?” Bernie said. “Good news.”
“They let her out yesterday,” said Mr. Parsons. “Home isn’t home without her. But … “
Mr. Parsons got a faraway look in his eyes. Bernie waited. I waited with him. Waiting was a big part of our job, but were we on the job? And if so, who was paying? Our finances were a mess, going all the way back to the Hawaiian pants episode – of which we now had a warehouse-full down in South Pedroia, having sold not one pair – followed not long after by the tin futures play, gone bad because of an earthquake in Bolivia, or maybe because the earthquake hadn’t happened, the details growing hazy in my mind. Hey! Did that mean there’d come a day I didn’t remember the tin futures at all? Right away I was back to feeling tip top.
– from the Iggy Chronicles, Volume 1, an e-short story coming on Tuesday, Aug. 13; meaning soon!
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