"Very Clever Lestrade."
"Hhhmmm... doing my way."
"I see,, then leave at once."
Brown cap, long black coat and modern shoes. What an old fashion man,Husten Lestrade. A handler of many phenomenal cases. Mysterious is his game and loser is not on his name. No, he's not versatile cuz he's doing everything in his way. He doesn't wait cuz wait is for the target.
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Wood Street 227.
"Mrs. Kimson,,,"
"Are you shouting at me Husten?!"
"I'm not. My normal voice is just too loud for u."
"What do you need then?"
"My papers.Where's my papers?"
"Tinapon ko na."
"What?!"
"What?Nakakalat lang diyan sa sahig kaya tinapon ko na. Papers,papers, papers.... a bunch of papers." Tumalikod na ang matandang nakabaston para lisanin ang silid.
"Stupid old hag." He said in a low voice.
"I heard that Lestrade!" Sigaw ng matanda at tuluyan ng nilisan ang silid.
Kinuha niya ang selpon na nakalapag sa lamesa at denial ang number ng kanyang kaibigan.
Riggg....Ri--
[" Sup Lestrade?" the guy on the other line.
"Send me a new copy of my documents now."]
That's it, then he hang up.
*sound of a printer's printing*
| *The Bridal Mask Case* |
Orchesta Kamiko - Japanese killer
bride
*mysterious further details*
"Interesting" he mouthed.
^The uncover truth will unfold soon.^
