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Apr-18-2010 23:36

An account of the lives, some run-of-the-mill, some extraordinary, of the people of Sleuth. Meet the fascinating and the mundane, the unusual and the typical. Who knows, you just might be surprised at what you find.

Apr-18-2010 23:47

Sometimes watching one's wife work in this business is comparable to watching her enter the matador ring to do battle. Except these bulls are meaner. Fortunately for her, Breit is better armed than most matadors. Not only does she have some truly unusual (and quite nasty) fighting skills, but she also has the assistance of a truly unique (and occasionally lethal) pet, her tiger, Missy.

This morning, when Breit eventually showed up at the office, Dave could tell she'd had to use both. She was disheveled, mildly limping, and dragging a man along on Missy's leash. Given that he had a tiger pouncing (and gnawing) on his left ankle about every third step, the man looked the worse for wear, and had more problems walking than she did. And he smelled like he'd just climbed out of a garbage dumpster.

"I thought I sent you out to round up a pick-pocket," Dave said mildly. "That's not him. What happened?"

"This one annoyed me, and he got in Missy's way," she replied angrily.

Ah." Dave stirred his coffee slowly. "And the light-fingered Louie?"

"Got away on the subway heading uptown," she muttered, "I'll try again this afternoon."

Dave nodded silently. "This one?" he asked quietly.

"Turn 'im over to the cops for assaulting and robbing a little old lady, and cruelty to animals."

He blinked at that, "How's that last one?"

"Missy was the one to pull 'im outta the dumpster, pants first. D'you have ANY idea how long it's gonna take me to get the stench of dead fish out of her fur??" she glared at him.

Dave nodded sagely, a twinkle in his eye. "I see. How'd he end up in there, anyway?"

Breit fended off another chomp from Missy to the felon's trousers. "I saw him swipe some old lady's pocketbook. He had a choice between running into my elbow, and diving into the dumpster. He chose." She shrugged.

Apr-18-2010 23:51

A hint of a smile turned up one corner of his mouth. "Ah, okay." (Pushing the intercom button) "Akemo, would you step in here? We need someone transported to the local precinct."

At the muffled agreement, Breit turned toward the door, and the private suite kept for the Directors of Wish for when they had to spend a late night at the office. "I'm going up to shower and change, and see if I can convince Missy to take a swim in the bathtub. Don't bother us unless you've managed to build a second Ark. You won't survive the flood." With a final glare at her captive, she and cat disappeared.

Several seconds later, when he was sure both Breit and tiger were gone, the shackled man looked up. "I dunno what's goin' on, but that broad's plum crazy! I didn't even do anything! I was just mindin' me own business...."

His diatribe died away quickly at the sight of Dave's icy blue withering stare. "You tried to hurt my wife. You're very, very lucky that I wasn't around to deal with you."

Akemo came in just then, unshackled him from Missy's leash, and cuffed his hands behind his back. As Akemo turned the man towards the front stair, Dave called softly after them, "If I were you, my friend, I'd make very sure I never have the chance to lay eyes on you again. Ever. Have a nice life."

Dave sipped his coffee as he watched the two men head off, the thug growing paler with each step.