Chapter V. Private Investigator Mr. Wolf O' Donnell.
It was another night in the Tempest.
A car arrived in a car park which is one for a motel.
A wolf humanoid in a coat went out of the car park and walked to the door of the motel.
Getting inside, he asked the register man: "Ms. Katt Monroe?"
"Oh, never heard of her."
He then took out a 50 cents Conerian dollar bill. Equivalent with HKD 150 in the Earth Federation.
"Oh, THAT Katt Monroe. 3rd floor, last room on your right."
He then walked upstairs, while looking a pair of lovers smooching at the stairs. He tried not to look. And did not want any dirty thoughts to appear in his mind for what he is going to do today is serious enough.
Walking to the 3rd floor, he knew that who he was seeing is a lover who had fallen into despair after her lover had died. A girl who resigned from work after having depression.
He walked to the corridor. Knocking at the room before the last one. He only heard a girl inhaling and exhaling loudly. And another man who sounded pretty happy too.
"Oops, wrong door." He thought.
He then proceeded to the last door. Which he knew that it was right.
He knocked on it, and a pink cat humanoid appeared.
"Katt Monroe?"
"I only service clients that were booked." Then she tried to close the door.
However, he stopped her closing the door by holding the door in place.
"It's one dollar. I do not do weird stuff, kissing, anal and I don't swallow in fellatio."
They then walked into the room. With him closing the door. Taking out his wallet, he put HKD 300 on the table beside the door, which was equivalent in value.
He then stood still and looking at Katt when she was trying to lift off her clothes.
"You've only got ten minutes. You should take off your clothes right now..." said she, as she released her clothes back down.
"Actually, I am not here for a service... that..."
"Oh, then why did you put one hundred fifty on the table? Shit, a cop..."
"I'm Wolf O'Donnell. A Private Investigator designated to find out the lover's killer for I had been hired by the victims of the murderer. I wanted to ask you some questions about the murder you had occurred."
"Look, I am now a lady who gives services and I do not want to talk to a wolf who just came in and saying he is a PI and is asking me some questions. Now go out, you stupid asshole!"
"I understand you, Katt." Wolf suddenly said compassionately. "But you must tell me that information so that I can find the killer and to take an end to your vengeance."
"You do not understand me, how I and Johnny had a good time together. You just do not know anything about us! You do not know what it feels like to see your lover lying lifelessly on a barren wasteland. You just do not know!"
"There will be more that will look at their lover's bodies lying lifelessly on the barren wasteland if you do not tell me anything you know about it. But, who cares? You do not even care about them now." Wolf said suddenly, knowing that this will make her talk.
After Wolf raged his words upon her, Katt seems to feel like he has his own logic. She sat on the bed and asked Wolf, who had turned his back to her after being furious with her.
"What'd you like to know about?"
Wolf turned back to her.
"I want to know the 5Ws and 1H about what you had occurred." Said, Wolf, as he took out his little notebook and pen he hid inside his jacket.
"When did you see your lover die? Just the approximate time will be alright. Although it will be better if you tell me about the right time. Precisely."
"I don't remember. But the time was about five, when he used to come back and say hi. Asking what I had been doing that day. But that I , he didn't."
"Where was your position, at home, or anything?"
"Yes. At home."
"What did your husband left?"
"He did not leave anything. Except a little piece of paper. With a poem written on it. There is also a piece of paper but I did not know what to do with it so I threw it away, but soon I regretted. That piece of paper was supposed to be typed with information of how to save my dearest, but I cannot."
"Then can you tell me..."
"Beep! Beep Beep!..."
"Your time has been up. Mr. O'Donnell. Please leave."
Seeing this, Wolf has nothing to do but to get out of here.
"I am going to put my card here on the table. If you recognize any little detail that can help me, call me or visit my place. The address and my number are written on my card. Good day, Ms. Monroe." As he walked away. Closing the door.
When he was walking along the corridor, he heard a man smiling and saying: "Oh, my dear. I hope you can give me a good bj."
Wolf, hearing this, hung his head down and sighed.
"Oh, my poor, sweet cat."
Then walked out of the motel. It was still raining outside. He went back to the car park, then went into his car, then drove away.