“ “Well, it's about time, Rolls Royce? Just where in the pickles have you been?” Nubbin scolded me as soon as I knocked on his door.
I peeked in. “Aw, you missed me.”
“Now, don't start that nonsense. I never said no such thing. All I'm saying is that if you keep letting them pull the wool over your eyes, you'll never be able to catch the serial killer.” Nubbin looked at me so seriously, I almost had half a mind to believe him, but as far as I knew, there was only one murder here.
“Serial killer? There's no serial killer.” I said.
Nubbin stood up out of his seat, yelling, “Yes, there is. Why do think there's so much death here? There's a serial killer living right under our noses!”
There was a knock on the door. Tina called out, “Everything okay in there, Mr. Schmeckpepper?”
I answered, “Hey, Tina. How's it going?”
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