Nine Lines, Nine People
Thank you for the tag, @willtheweaver! Let's see if I actually stick to just nine lines, lol. From the Weathering the Storm edition of Cloudless Rain:
Baltan turned on the radio to drown out that particular thought. It was already tuned to The Night Train's station, and within moments the jazzy opening played: a few sharp string chords, fading out to a lively, rhythmic duet of piano and ride cymbal. He plopped down on the couch, noting that although Azzie was doing his best to look like he was asleep, his ear twitched in time to the music. Gradually, the music petered out altogether, giving way to the announcer. "Tonight, the murderous tale of a mysterious briefcase. What's in the briefcase, and why would it drive someone to kill? Some secrets are deadly, and some truths deadlier. Check your luggage carefully as you board…The Night Train! But first, a word from our sponsor: Sunrise Coffee…" Eureka leaned out of the kitchen, catching Baltan's eye. "I'll wager the first slice of cake that I can figure out who the killer is before the second ad break." "There's cake?" Baltan asked. "There can be." "I accept, raise you the last slice of cake, and I bet I can figure it out before the entire cast is revealed." "Showing off a bit, aren't you?" Eureka laughed. "There's cake on the line," Baltan responded with the utmost seriousness.
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