The Detective Is Already Dead, Vol. 2

“Shaddup, stupid!”

I got the feeling I was acting like a grade-schooler, but whatever. I needed to go outside and cool my head.

Hmm? Weird. For some reason, the doorknob slipped, and I couldn’t seem to turn it.

Was it out of order? Yeah. Probably. Definitely. I kicked the door open and left the room.

“Dammit, I’m never coddling her again.”

…Well, after this time. After all, she’s injured. Yeah, just this once. This is a one-time-only deal. Telling myself that, I headed for the supermarket.

And on that shopping trip, in a back alley near the major thoroughfare known as Baker Street—I picked up a lost girl.