When I woke up this morning, I went into the living room wondering why it was so dark. Usually at least a LITTLE of the sunrise light filters in through the blinds that don't close all the way perfectly anymore (stupid blinds). Then I heard the faint trickle of water. NO, I'm thinking as a pulled aside the blinds at the right corner. It was wet and cloudy outside. YES! RAIN! Beautiful heaven-sent earth-nurturing RAIN! Well, it wasn't raining right at that moment, but it had rained during the night. You know what that means? The weather will actually be survivable for a native San Franciscan! Yeah, Kenton's been suffering from the heat, too. We're from the same town, after all. He's nuts, wearing a shirt and tie to every film noir class, with a black fedora to boot! Him and his 1930's mentality, I swear... Not that it's a bad thing. The detective act is definitely swell. It's just that sometimes I wonder exactly how much his brain has melted in this godforsaken heat.

Anyway, enough of that. With the advent of summer, I've actually had time to talk with the guy. Almost immediately I began grilling him about his newfound interests. Immediately being... yesterday. Can you really blame me if my work ethic fails during the summer? I'm usually sitting at home around this time of year, vegetating and letting my brain turn to mush. It doesn't do much for the body, but at least the mind has time to erase information that it won't need anymore, prime examples being the entire periodic table and calculus formulas.

While we were sitting all plush on the davenport watching television (Hell's Kitchen, no less), I popped the question during a commercial break. "Detective stories?" He paused here for a moment. "Oh! You should really ask Mack about that. He's the one who got me into them." Mack, huh? He had mentioned the name before, though I can't remember in what context. When I asked him where I could find this "Mack," he stalled for time until he was saved by Chef Ramsay yelling at one of the poor saps on the tele. I swear, some of those people couldn't cook to save their lives. My money's on either Rock or Julia.

Actually... now that I think about it... I pulled out the mysterious letter I had received via carrier pigeon ever so long ago. After quickly scanning the contents (which had some glaring spelling errors), I found what I was looking for. Aha! "Thomas Parkreiner" knew something about this Mack fellow. Turns out he has a twin brother or something, too. Now if only I had a way to contact this Parkreiner person... Though it was quite mysterious how he had supplied me with information before I needed it. I'll have to keep an eye on him.

~ S.

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