FAKE Triple Drabble: Useless Information
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badly_knittedTitle: Useless Information
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Detectives never know what they might find out while canvassing for witnesses. It just won’t necessarily prove useful.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Peculiar’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Canvassing for witnesses was a thankless task, but every so often Dee and Ryo ran across someone who was happy to talk to them, just not necessarily about anything they might know of whatever crime had been committed in their neighbourhood. Nevertheless, it was wise to listen, just in case they learned something of interest, because you never could tell…
So here they were, sitting at the kitchen table in a neat if threadbare apartment, sipping weak tea and listening to the old lady rambling on, while her husband snored in his armchair.
“Of course,” she said, “Toby’s always been a bit peculiar. I think he was dropped one too many times when he was a baby. His mother was always a bit careless, bumping him into walls and furniture. But now he’s started bringing home all sorts of odd things. Last week he showed up with a lady’s bra! It was all red and lacy, not one of mine. I’ve got no idea where he found it, and I’m not sure what I should do about it. I mean, it must belong to someone, and I expect they’d like it back, but I can hardly put up posters, not for something like that, and it’s not as if I can tell Toby to put it back where he found it.”
Ryo just had to ask. “Your husband?”
The old lady looked at him in surprise, then laughed. “Bless you, no. Toby’s our cat!”
“Oh. Well, that’s a relief. Stealing underwear counts as a crime, but we can’t arrest a cat.”
“I should think not. You might get some funny looks. Oh, looks like my husband’s awake now. Bernard, tell these two nice detectives what you saw out the window on Friday night.”
Maybe they’d found an eyewitness after all.
The End
So here they were, sitting at the kitchen table in a neat if threadbare apartment, sipping weak tea and listening to the old lady rambling on, while her husband snored in his armchair.
“Of course,” she said, “Toby’s always been a bit peculiar. I think he was dropped one too many times when he was a baby. His mother was always a bit careless, bumping him into walls and furniture. But now he’s started bringing home all sorts of odd things. Last week he showed up with a lady’s bra! It was all red and lacy, not one of mine. I’ve got no idea where he found it, and I’m not sure what I should do about it. I mean, it must belong to someone, and I expect they’d like it back, but I can hardly put up posters, not for something like that, and it’s not as if I can tell Toby to put it back where he found it.”
Ryo just had to ask. “Your husband?”
The old lady looked at him in surprise, then laughed. “Bless you, no. Toby’s our cat!”
“Oh. Well, that’s a relief. Stealing underwear counts as a crime, but we can’t arrest a cat.”
“I should think not. You might get some funny looks. Oh, looks like my husband’s awake now. Bernard, tell these two nice detectives what you saw out the window on Friday night.”
Maybe they’d found an eyewitness after all.
The End
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