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Central Park and the Small Aircraft – Part 03

“All right, my turn now. Detective, and Kelly Sue!”

The male client hopped off the dresser and stepped between them. Standing firmly in front of the couch, he pulled out the latest issue of Comic Manhattan from his bag.

“This is this morning’s Daily Road!”

“Huh? That doesn’t seem right,” Kelly said.

“Wait, my mistake. Here it is.”

Flustered, he put the magazine away and quickly pulled out the newspaper, flipping it open.

“I know this one. My dad reads it every day.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. You said it had an ad for the Gray Wolf Detective Agency, right? But what I want to show you isn’t the ad section. It’s this part.” He pointed at the front page.

Victorique puffed on her pipe, gazing up lazily as thin white smoke curled toward the ceiling.

The headlines read: Public Enemy No. 7 Escapes at Last!, Climbs Through Vent, Vanishes into Darkness!, and Incompetent Guard Makes Huge