Ethan and Oliver were sitting in a Starbucks and sulking. If one were to look upon them, they would assume they just came from a funeral, both drenched and dressed in black, one sipping hot chocolate and the other sipping the Chai Latte they serve.
Finally Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He had to say something.
"Oliver, how on earth can you handel that trashy tea-"
"Did you just call my tea trashy, Evans?" Oliver asked as he cocked his brow, sipping his tea once again.
"Yes, I did. Now can we actually figure out how we're going to get Gamorah back? Sitting here, sipping hot drinks and looking glum isn't really what I call productive."
"Well, Evans, who do you know can work productively without a starbucks run?"
"Most everyone, but this isn't about your starbucks addiction. What do you know about Willow?"
Oliver sighed and set his cup down. "For me to explain properly, we need a clearboard and a lot of tea and hot chocolate. Where will we find that?"
Ethan smiled sadly, knowing exactly the place where they would find all those things. "Well Oliver, I guess we'll go to Gamorah's house. "
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The boys arrived at her house, and when they tried the door, it was locked. Luckily, Ethan knew exactly where the spare key was. That fact caused raised some questions with Oliver, but he decided to keep them under wraps, for now.
Ethan headed down to her basement and turned on the lights. The room was a bit messy, but that was because last time they needed to use it, it was a string of murder cases. There were three clear bords in the room, and they all were lined up along the walls, and on a small oven in the back of the room was a tea kettle and hot chocolate mix, a small memory left behind by the girl.
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"How on Earth can you not like tea Ethan? That's impossible! There's a tea for everyone!" The short detective asked, her brown eyes blazing. Ethan laughed, amused that she was so adamant about this subject.
"I've never had a taste for it, it's always so bland."
That statement made the black haired woman snap around from her tea kettle. "Tasteless tea? Where in the world have you been drinking tea? Who has committed such a sin as to make tea..." she shuddered at the word, "...bland!! Never have I heard of such a thing!"
The red kettle on the stove whistled, signaling that the water was boiling and ready to be used. Gamorah poured some of the boiling water into a thermos, then added hot chocolate mix to it. She then went to preparing the tea. After she finished with preparing the tea, she placed two ice cubes into the hot chocolate thermos and handed it to Ethan.
"Here's your hot chocolate, tea hater. Now back to figuring out who would kill these people!"
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"Evans. Evans? EVANS!"
Ethan snapped out of the memory, returning to the reality of the situation. Gamorah was gone, and with every passing hour, it was more and more likely that she would die. "Yes Oliver? And my name is Ethan."
Oliver shrugged. "Same thing. Anyway, I've cleared the clear boards, and now can start my explanation. Do you have something to take notes on? Because this is where it get's wonky."
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Mystery / ThrillerDo you see the shadow, lurking in the night? Do you see the cobra, striking in the light? Do you see the child, screaming out in fright? And do you see the blood, glistening in the light?
