The Confidential Case
When I opened the door, the guy who’d knocked held up a flyer.
Tess Trowel Investigations it read. We dig trouble.
I glanced at it. “Who’s asking?”
“It’s kinda… confidential,” he said. “Can I come in?”
He was a looker all right. Wore a white button-down and a pair of red jeans he’d been poured into like a fine wine. Châteauneuf-du-Va-Va-Voom.
I swung open the door. “What can I do for you, Mister…?”
“Caine. Abelford Caine. Heard you’re the best, and I need help.”
“I am the best.” I raised a sardonic eyebrow. “But — wait a minute. Your name’s Abelford Caine? As in — Abel Caine?”
“That’s right,” he said. “And I’m missing…”
“Don’t tell me.” I shifted my toothpick. “Your brother, right?”
He gave a low whistle. “You are good. My twin, actually. How’d you know that?”
“Wild guess.” I leaned against the wall. “Okay, pay up front and I’ll take the case.”
He slapped a chocolate orange on the desk. “There’s more where that came from,” he said.
Good enough for me.
“Tell me something about your brother,” I said. “He look like you?”
Caine gestured at his jeans. “He’s more into stripes.”
“Whatever. What’s his name?”
The light went on, and I jumped to my feet. I’d been peppermint-barking up the wrong seasonal fir.
Taking a bite of chocolate, I grinned at him. This was one sweet case.
I just needed to find me the right Candy Caine.
For the month of December, my goal is to post a piece of festive flash fiction here to the blog every day. Twenty-five stories, each 250 words or fewer — a little fictional festivity to brighten the darkest month of the year. For readers, I offer these stories as a moment of peace within a hectic month of busy. And writers? If you’d like to join me, I’ll feature any flash fiction you’d like to share!
PS I’m kinda in love with Tess Trowel at the moment. You may well see her again…