Authors Notes:
This one's short… sorry. I've been really stressed… some of the readers from my other story's have been pressuring me to work on those stories. I guess sense they've seen I've been writing… and I kind of got really anxious about wanting to do that and not being able to… and well… now this story suffered a bit from it… I feel bad. I'm sorry. If I need to I may update a few days late next week… just a heads up. I will update but it may not be on Thursday…
Warnings: Foul language… blood and violence. Animal mutilation… and murder… you know how it goes.
The Lycanthropy of a Shrunken Detective
Chapter Eleven
"We're just going to check your belongings…" The officer was saying. "With any luck, we'll find someone with fishing line."
"Yes, yes." Kazuha was frowning as she pulled her bag out of the little locker. As she did this a crumpled piece of paper fell out. She and Ran looked at it confused before Ran picked it up pulling it open best she could.
"Kazuha… look at this."
She looked over Ran's shoulder and gaped. "We should give this to Heiji."
The girls looked at each other seriously before nodding and leaving their things and a confused officer behind.
"What are we lookin' for again?" Heiji asked as he and a shrunken Kudo walked down the hall to the maintenance closet.
Conan rolled his eyes. "I never said."
"I know, that's why I'm askin'."
"We need to find evidence. The killer cleaned up with bleach. The one place we're sure we can find it his here." He motioned to the small space where a single officer was looking through the inventory.
"How do ya know they used bleach? I mean other than it probably bein' the easiest ta use." The taller of the two stopped looking down at his peer in confusion.
Conan huffed not looking at Heiji at first before he glared at the taller boy. "I can smell it on them." He whispered.
Heiji made a face. "So ya can smell bleach on the killer?" He opened his mouth to point out that the bleach could just be from cleaning in general but realized if he could smell bleach like that from a distance Kudo could probably smell other things too. He nodded in realization. "That's how ya know who it is… and ya can't say anything 'cause no one will believe ya."
"No one but you." Conan nodded.
Heiji looked back to the closet. "What have ya found?" He asked the officer stepping up to see into the storage space.
"Just your run of the mill cleaning supplies." The officer said looking slightly unsure of how to deal with the young detective. "I guess there are a few strange items…"
"Like what?" Conan piped in with his innocent voice.
"Uh…" The man scratched his chin. "I found a wig… and some shredded papers…"
"Heiji!" Kazuha came all but running out of the lockerrooms with Ran at her heals. "We found somethin'!"
"What's that?"
"We found somethin' in one of the lockers. It looks like a suicide note."
"What?"
Heiji took the note from Kazuha and glanced over it. "Oh…" He said lowering it so that Kudo could read it as well.
Conan nodded. "This is just what we needed."
"Now we just need to figure out the how." Heiji said grinning. Conan lowered his head to hide the grin that matched Heiji's.
Authours notes:
I hope you enjoyed the chapter... even if it was short...
(Words used 465. Original date posted 02-15-2018)