We've been searching for clues yesterday, but we haven't found anything that could help us, in other words, we're stumped. We were at a sunny café today, we just sat at on of the outdoor tables, as the sun's heat waves beat down upon us. Kujo began tapping his fingers on the table, crouching, as I ordered earl grey tea.
"Kujo, don't crouch! It's so rude." I said. Kujo straightened his back.
"Alright, since we haven't found any clues today, let's review the clues we have. I sighed. The waiter gave me my earl grey, as I sipped the tea.
"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed. I stood up from my seat and began walking to the waiter.
"Yes?" The waiter turned around.
"Do you know anyone who has a glove resembling this?" I handed the waiter the glove we found at the crime scene.
"Oh, isn't that Lady Ursula's glove?" He grabbed the glove from my hand examining it.
"Who's Lady Ursula?" Kujo said getting up from his seat.
"Ha! You don't know who's Lady Ursula?" A girl said. The girl had the most peculiar appearance I've ever seen. She has long brown hair, one eye that was read, while the other eye was green. She wore a forest green dress. I'm assuming she works here. I looked at her name tag, 'Annabelle Lefèvre'. Annabelle gave a nasty grin, the mind that's like, 'Oh, I know something you don't know' grin. Holding in her hand was a bottle of wine. She's probably supposed to pour wine in a glass to a customer.
"Lady Ursula is a famous auctioneer and an awfully rich woman." She said grinning, but her grin suddenly turned into a much more mysterious and sneaky grin. She leaned in closer to me.
"But they say she steals and collects many things..."
"Like what?" Kujo said. She leaned closer to Kujo. "Like bones." She says whispering in his ear. It sent shivers up my spine, I bet Kujo had the same feeling too.
"Ah, but that's probably just a myth! It's probably fake too!" Annabelle said laughing. She made a weird purring sound that sound like a cat, then, I hear her mouthing the words 'good luck' Kujo and I nodded; I suppose we have our first suspect.
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