Missing Meals 1/3 (Patreon)

The Missing meal (SpikerStriker98) : a detective who was investigating a case of missing stuffing while mysteriously gaining weight herself

Mona inspected the crime scene. Her gloved hand ran along the discarded plate.

"Sickening." She muttered.

Mona was a hard bodied detective and she had no love for her job. No, instead it was hate for a world unchecked that drove her to pursue this line of work. Crime could not be allowed to run amuck and she was the type to keep it from running.

This case had started about a month before today. The cities stuffing warehouses had been ransacked. One by one the largest distributers of that Thanksgiving meal staple had all suffered at the hands of a unseen band of thief's. No ransom notes had been left, no calling cards. Truly this had been the work of someone looking to ruin the holiday. Those fiends

Despite her methods, Detective Lott had always delivered results and so was called in to investigate. The most recent victim in this stream of crimes was a smaller storefront. It looked as though a storm had blown through. Scraps littered the floor and the furniture had been tossed every which way. The owners had the sense to hide their stuffing mix, but the thief had turned the place inside and out to compensate.

"Any clues Mona?" Dick asked as he stepped in.

The heavy brick wall of a man meandered, hands in his pockets. Officer Long had worked with Mona on many cases before, the two had the type of trust built up from years of fighting the war on crime beside each other. Dick was also the only officer who would willingly work with Mona. Her fiery temper and habit of bending the rules often distanced her from many other officers.

"I ain't got nothing. Whoever these shlubs are they're good." Mona said as she rose to her feet.

"the chief wants results Mona."

"Of course he does, he wouldn't be any good at his job if he didn't." Mona curtly replied before turning and walking to the corner of the room, bending down. "And I wouldnt be good at my job if I didnt deliver."

Dick walked over and tried to steal a glimpse of what Mona had found. As always her rain cape blocked the view of those behind her. His eyes instead shot down, stealing a glance at the Detective's unguarded lower half. Dick had was no slouch in the art of perceiving things, that being said, he knew better then to comment on the fit of a women tightly packed into denim. He turned away with a blush.

"got anything?" He asked as he tipped his hat down to hide his reddened face.

"You bet your keester" Mona replied with a smile "and I think I know exactly what my next step will be."

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