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"Where did Harry run off to?" Niall asks, looking around the pub.
I shrug. "He just told me he has things to do, and then left before I could ask him anything," I turn to Artie, who's scribbling away in a little notebook that he brought with him. It's almost six, and Harry still hasn't returned. Every time someone walks into the pub, I get excited, until I realize that it's not Harry or Mr. Cutbush. The bartender told us he's have a scar going across his face, so that's the feature I'm looking for. Suddenly, the clock strikes six and someone walks through the door. I try to get a good look at his face and, luckily, he has a large scar going from his forehead across his face and reaching his jaw.
"Look," I whisper to Niall and Artie. "That must be him."
They look at him and they both grin. We watch him take a seat at a table and order a drink. I don't want to confront him without Harry, but I don't really have much of a choice. Just as I'm about to start walking towards him, a man in a top hat stops me. His coat collar is up, hiding his face.
"How much for an hour?" His scruffy voice asks me.
"What?" I ask, confused. Then, I realize what he means. "Oh, I'm not a prostitute," I quickly walk away from him. I turn around to see him going up to another girl. I shake my head and walk up to Mr. Cutbush, clearing my throat.
He looks up from his drink, "Why, hello there. Something I can do for you, Miss?"
"We're with Scotland Yard," I immediately say, and his eyes widen a bit. "We need to ask you a few questions, Mr. Cutbush, if you don't mind."
He shakes his head, "I don't mind at all. Take a seat, if you'd like," I sit across from him. Niall and Artie stay standing.
"Are you aware that you're the main suspect of a murder that occurred three days ago?" I ask him, and he gasps.
"What? That's preposterous!" He exclaims. "I've never murdered a soul, and I never would!"
"I know," I nod. "It wasn't you, it was somebody who used your name. I've heard you owe money to quite a lot of people, am I correct?"
He takes a gulp of his beer and shamefully nods. "Yeah, I owe money to people. Why?"
Niall speaks up, "We think one of the people you owe money to framed you for murder. Do you know anyone who might do such a thing?"
Mr. Cutbush scratches his head. "I can think of a few, actually. There's George, Al, John, Greg-"
"Which man do you think is the most dangerous?" I interrupt him, hoping to get a solid answer.
He looks up at the ceiling, like he's thinking before responding to me. "Well, Greg's quite the violent one, he beat the shit out of me a couple of weeks ago. Then again, John's got a bit of a temper...I just don't know, I'm sorry."
I sigh, "Then can you please give us their full names?" I ask, and Artie hands me a spare piece of paper.
"Sure, there's-"
"Where do you think you're going?!" A man shouts from across the pub. He's got a tight grip on one of Agnes's girls. I gasp when I realize it's the same man who thought I was a prostitute.
"Let me go!" The young girl exclaims, trying to get out of his grip. Nobody else seems to notice this happening, they're all still drinking and socializing.
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FanfictionBook #1 in the Adventures of the Styles Detective Agency. This is the story of Detective Styles. Well, this is one of the stories. Out of all the cases Detective Styles has solved, this is the first. This story takes place in the streets of Whitecha...