Missed another upload yesterday coz I was busy. Sorry!
Chapter Five: Depressed After Dark
By the time Stampy had stopped sobbing, everyone had left. The feline stood up and walked down the hall having one last glimpse at Barnaby before knocking on Squid's door.
"Hey mate..." Squid said slowly. "Sorry about what happened."
"Can I come in?" Stampy asked.
Squid nodded. "Come in."
Once inside, Squid walked to the kitchen where he put the kettle on. "Want anythin'?" he asked.
Stampy nodded as he sat on Squid's bed.
Squid sighed. "I know how hard it can be to loose someone you care for." he looked out the window at the night moon reflecting on the water.
Stampy lay down on the bed before hearing the kettle finish surprisingly fast.
"Take me aunty Squid for instance," Squid continued setting a coffee mug along with a spoon down on the bedside table next to the sad cat. "I mean, she was a relative!" he took a sip of coffee. "Sure she came back life 'n stuff, but still."
Stampy stirred his coffee, when a thought of three words popped in his head. "Who killed Barnaby?"
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Stampy flipped another page of the phone-book impatiently. "There's gotta be someone!" he growled. He turned to looked at Squid. "Are you sure you don't know anyone?"
Squid hummed in thought. "Well there is... No..."
"What?" Stampy said. "What were you going to say."
"Er, nothing..." Squid lied.
Stampy raised an eyebrow at him.
"Fine, I do know someone." Squid confessed.
"Who?"
Squid walked over to the phone and dialed a few numbers before giving the phone to Stampy.
"Hello?" Stampy said to the phone.
"Hello," the person on the other line said. "This is Investi-Dubh."