Ch.1
Scipio hated being a detective. Idiot after idiot after idiot came in everyday,
looking for things like, birds. Honestly, who looks for a loose parrot? Let alone a loose canary! Just yesterday a woman had come in claiming her pet parakeet got away, ⌠ Can you help me? My parakeet, Voglio flew away yesterday and I must find him now!■ she▓d said like a command. ⌠ Just give me a picture.■ he▓d said casually. But, did this woman give him a picture?
oh no, she gave him every possession of this bird including a cage that hadn▓t been cleaned for weeks. After she left he realized his life was crap and called Victor begging for a break. First he tried to get some coffee, it burned his tongue and tasted awful. Second he tried to read a novel, it became very mushy and passionate. Third he went to get some new boots, they smelled like rotten tomatoes and he was afraid to scuff them. Scipio was going to head back to the office when a brilliant idea struck him. Ida▓s house!
looking for things like, birds. Honestly, who looks for a loose parrot? Let alone a loose canary! Just yesterday a woman had come in claiming her pet parakeet got away, ⌠ Can you help me? My parakeet, Voglio flew away yesterday and I must find him now!■ she▓d said like a command. ⌠ Just give me a picture.■ he▓d said casually. But, did this woman give him a picture?
oh no, she gave him every possession of this bird including a cage that hadn▓t been cleaned for weeks. After she left he realized his life was crap and called Victor begging for a break. First he tried to get some coffee, it burned his tongue and tasted awful. Second he tried to read a novel, it became very mushy and passionate. Third he went to get some new boots, they smelled like rotten tomatoes and he was afraid to scuff them. Scipio was going to head back to the office when a brilliant idea struck him. Ida▓s house!