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âQuestion, who does a guy need to kiss around here in order to find the answer heâs looking for?â Ender questioned the person closest to him as he glanced up from his tablet that displayed some digital copies of case files. A detectiveâs work was never truly finished and heâd had his work cut out for him recently. It was still too risky to even dream of summoning the undead to help him put a case together, but at the same time, going old school had never been his style. âLike I have a feeling thereâs a connection here yet feelings arenât exactly accepted as evidence.â
He took a deep breath and flipped the cover over the device. There was no use in dwelling over it for too long because then he just got frustrated. âAnyway, howâs life going? Going to that Foundation Day ball by any chance?â
âWouldnât it just be dreamy if all your problems would be solved with a kiss?â she asked. âWhy canât we all just live in a fairy tale, huh?â Dot twirled on her tiptoes, a stocking-clad leg popping up as she slowed to a giggly stop. Her hands cupped her cheeks and with a satisfied little hum, she tilted her head. âOf course, the Foundation Ball is the closest Iâm ever gonna get to be a real life Cinderella!â she said. âExcept if I leave a glass slipper on the stairwell, itâs gonna get swiped and posted on eBay instead of returned by a prince.â
Dotâs eyes fell upon his tablet and she wondered, for the briefest of moments, if any of those cases involved her recent escapades. Underneath the pleats of her red, knee-length skirt were a myriad of bruises and bandages from her latest run-ins with vigilantes who always tried stopping her good work. Why didnât they understand that she never stole from anyone who didnât deserve it? She didnât steal for the challenge or thrill like her equally infamous partner in crime, but because she considered herself a modern day Robin Hood -- a woman of the people, an anti-hero righting the wrongs of corruption and injustice no matter the legalities, a single voice surrendering her own safety for higher ideals. If that made her a villain, then as she loved to say:Â boo-hoo.
âOh, just trying to get back into the dating game! You wouldnât happen to know any studs looking for a Cinderella at the ball, would ya?â she said, winking. âAnd donât give me any of your suspects unless theyâre criminally cute.âÂ











