Ben Hansen
They came back half a week later, casually licking ice creams.
"What do you know, Joe?" Ben asked.
How did you know my name was Joe?" the suspicious man asked, peering
at Ben with fiendish intent.
"I call everybody Joe," Ben stammered, unfazed.
"Anyway, about the dagger and the eye...?" Hugh prompted.
"Oh. Yes. That. Well, the dagger had two peoples' blood on it."
"Fiendish. Another victim's?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Point," Ben murmured.
"And the eye?" Hugh continued.
"Well, that was an eye."
"Fingerprints?"
"Have you ever tried to dust an eyeball for prints? I canna do it, Jim!"
"How did you know my name was Jim?" Hugh asked suspiciously, peering
with malice.
"I call everybody Jim," Ben said for no reason.
"Quite," responded my new favourite character. "Now, the eyeball
wasn't dustable, but I managed to squidge a little blood out of it."
"And...?"
"And it matches the blood on the dagger."
"But it wasn't that woman's."
"No, it was the OTHER blood."
"Oooh," Ben aahed.
"And I don't know if this will help you, but the dagger can only be
bought from Tan Wong's import store. Now get the fuck out of here
before I denounce you as the satanists you are! Don't think for a
moment your human disguises fool me!"
And he hustled them out of his office.
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