The Case of the Crossover Detectives.
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The train chugged down the track, headed to its' destination, the small town known as Falcongate. This town was so small it could only be reached by boat or train and was known for being a quaint, seemingly normal burg. But even small towns like this could have crime, and a new group of visitors to the city would soon learn that.
"Thanks for taking us along on your case dad," said the passenger, a 12-year old Indian girl. She had long purple hair that reached to nearly her knees and wore a lilac colored sari with a pink elephant on it, lilac socks and puffy orange pants, shoes & sash as well as gold bracelets & earrings.
"You're quite welcome Sally," her father replied. He was an older Indian man with shorter purple hair, wearing a purple button-down shirt, white trousers & black shoes.
"If I might ask, why are we travelling here again?" Sally Bollywood asked her dad in her British accent.
"Because, a gang of smugglers I was following in Cosmopolis has fled town and relocated here," Harry explained "if I'm going to have any chance to nail them, I must follow them."
"I hate to bother you Mr. Bollywood, but do you have legal jurisdiction to operate in the area?" asked a young boy about Sally's age. He had spiky orange hair and wore a green t-shirt with a yellow elephant on it, brown trousers, and green trainers.
"Not to worry Doowee, I fully intend to cooperate with the local authorities when we arrive," Harry told him.
"Where exactly are we arriving to?" Sally queried.
"It's called Falcongate, I believe," Harry told his daughter "from what I've heard, it's supposed to be your average quaint small town."
"Well it's nice to be out of Cosmopolis and visit a new place," Sally said "I just hope no one will need the SBI while we're gone."
"Sally, I'm sure our friends can handle themselves for a few days," Doowee told her.
Eventually, the train stopped and the three passengers dismounted and surveyed their destination.
"Nice place, I guess," Doowee commented.
"Well come children, I need to get us situated at the hotel," Harry told them, as he grabbed his luggage.
"Dad, do you think Doowee and I could have a chance to explore around for a bit?" Sally asked.
"I don't know Sally…"
"Oh come on dad, we'll be fine; I can handle myself and Doowee can…" the girl struggled for words "well, I'll take care of us."
"Oh, very well my little mongoose," Harry said, hugging Sally "but I expect the two of you back at the hotel for lunch."
"Thanks dad," Sally said, "come on Doowee, we've got some exploring to do."
"All right, all right," a bored Doowee said, taking one of the bags before heading after his best friend.
"Okay Sally, what's this all about?" Doowee asked after they were out of earshot "first, you tell me to bring our SBI gear, then you don't want to hang out with your dad."
"It's not that I don't want to hang out with my dad," Sally told him "I'm just hoping we can use this time to find a case for the SBI."
"Why can't you just enjoy a holiday like everyone else?" Doowee wondered "why do you always have to find mysteries behind it?"
"Because I love solving mysteries, and I'm sure this town has them," Sally explained "if there are smugglers operating here, then it stands to reason that there may be some other crimes occurring here beneath the surface. And the SBI is going to solve them!"
"Come on Sally, can't you just please forget about this mystery thing for one minute?" Doowee pleaded
"All right, I guess we could do some sightseeing," Sally said "we are in a new city, after all. And who knows, maybe we'll meet some new kids to play with."
"Sounds like a plan," Doowee told her.
So the two friends made their way down the streets of the town, taking in the rather rustic shops and houses that lined them.
"Jeez, it's like this place is stuck in the Middle Ages," Doowee commented "do you think they even have a hookup for my laptop?"
"I'm sure there's one around here somewhere," Sally told him "I'll admit, things here are not quite as advanced as Cosmopolis."
"Did you notice they didn't have an airport? I've never even heard of that."
"Yes, well, we'd best hurry if we're going to get back to the hotel for lunch," Sally told him.
"Ah yes lunch, now were talking," Doowee said, his mouth nearly full of drool "I wonder what we're having?"
Sally giggled "let's find out before you get drool all over the place."
The two kids made their way back in the direction of the hotel. It was then Sally noticed a girl & dog across the street.
"Hold off on that Doowee," she said "let's see if we can make a new friend first."
"Oh come on Sally, I'm getting hungry!" Doowee whined, but nonetheless followed his purple-haired pal.
"Hello," Sally said, greeting the mystery girl. Said girl was Indian, and seemed to be not too much older than Sally. She wore a yellow jumper, red short sleeved jacket & black pants & trainers. Her eyes were a light green and her face was dotted with several freckles.
"Oh hello, you two must be new here," the girl replied in a British accent, not unlike Sally's.
"Yes, my dad's here on business, so we're tagging along for a little holiday," Sally explained "I'm Sally Bollywood, and this is my friend Doowee McAdam.
"Nice to meet you," Doowee said "and your dog too, I guess."
"I'm Jo Misra, and you've already both met Timmy," Jo said, gesturing to the dog "how long will you be here?"
"Only a few days tops," Sally told her.
"Well, while you're in Falcongate, why don't you let me give you a tour; I grew up here, so I know the whole town," Jo said.
"We wouldn't want to impose…" Sally began.
"Nonsense, we wouldn't mind, would we Timmy?" she asked, with the dog responding with a bark.
"Well in that case, lead the way," Sally said.
"Sally, what about unch lay with your ather fay," Doowee whispered.
"Daddy will understand if we're a few moments late," Sally assured him "besides, I'd like to become better acquainted with this new girl. Something tells me we're going to become good friends."