Breitkat
Pinball Amateur
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Aug-22-2016 23:47
I was spending a quiet week at the Majestic Hotel, which was being used to house both athletes and spectators alike during the Olympics. It was quite the change from my usual schedule of chasing down deadbeats and trying to figure out why the crackpots of the world were killing each other. I breathed the smell of fresh air and sunshine in deeply to my lungs as I straightened my hat in the mirror. What a change from the stink of the smog and despair of the city. I could used to this, a lot. There, that was perfect. I was ready to start my day.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find the Hotel Manager frantically looking around and fidgeting nervously. ''Ah, there you are! Please, come with me,'' he demanded, not bothering to check if I followed him.
I shrugged, picked up my pocketbook, and followed him down the door, closing my room door after me. We descended the Main Stairs rapidly, and I listened idly while the Manager whispered hysterically, ''How could this happen? And now, of all times!! We'll be shut down for sure. Why did it have to happen right on the main landing, of all places? I'm doomed!''
''Something wrong, Sir?'' I asked kindly, trying valiantly to keep up with him.
We rounded a corner of the staircase, and I promptly ran into the Manager's back.
''She's been pommeled!! By a horse, no less! Please, Detective, FIX THIS! NOW!!!'' he yelled at me, then fled for his office.
I blinked in surprise at his outburst, then turned to look at what had caused it.
I stared open-mouthed at the top of the main staircase. There, a young woman, a member of the British yachting team, was lying underneath a large pommel horse, quite dead. How it had gotten from the gymnastics arena to the Majestic, I had no idea. The young lady had indeed been pommeled - by a horse. It was going to take all my skill to find the killer.
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