Coffee is one of my favorite beverages. Every day and everywhere I go, I require coffee. But I still have a favorite cafe since I am fussy about what I drink. I went to the coffee shop one morning to start my day, but as soon as I walked in, someone bumped my shoulder and said, "You've arrived, our major suspect." What!?
What the hell is happening on here?!! I'm not sure what you're talking about.
This story was written for the Coffee Community's "Coffee and Crime" contest!
There is a serial killer on the loose in London, one with the intention to make their own justice by purging the city.
Did Elizabeth Blythe and Asterin Black need more work on their plate?
No.
Did they take the case?
Yes.
Why?
Because it's their damn job.
Running around to solve the gory murders is not an easy task. Especially with a messy lovesick intel, an irritating yet charming rival and a surprisingly sympathetic hobo thief. But with the help of coffee and stubbornness, the detectives will do their very best to get the job done.
Trigger warning: mentions of drugs, theft, murder