Category: Phoebe

1.68 Coffee and Critters

My sack of deep-fried perfection sat forgotten in my lap.  Now I understood why cops eat doughnuts and drink coffee, they’re essential tools in stimulating the cognitive processes.  Continuing to wrack my brain – I didn’t think I’d spoken or been spoken to while…

1.66 Why Am I Helping Him Again?

Aware my fish was about to bite I kept my tone even, “If Iron Creek floods the water will work the caskets to the surface and carry them downstream then into town. The City Council will hammer you over it.” The Rye City Council…

Scotch

The Rusty Hinge’s scotch cupboards are a thing of beauty. Beatrice begged off from partaking, the slight rum hangover still fresh in her mind, I needed a sip to help me deal with Little Ben. BTW there is another twelve feet (at least) of…

1.65 Much Ado About Nothing

“Oh, you’re Phoebe’s former manager. I owe you a big thank you!” After this rather stunning declaration, she accidentally dropped her phone under the table. When she leaned over to retrieve it, she cut herself off mid-sentence. Little Ben eyed me. I just shrugged….

Today Requires Much Coffee

I managed to swing past The Alter three times today, coffee was mandatory after last night’s adventures! (Plus I wanted to see their new advert) (Photo credit here, Words are mine)

1.63 Crazy Like A Fox

Sitting in front of the Senior Center I had a fifteen-minute window before my next fare. Still full from my Aunt’s excellent spread I left my turkey and Havarti on rye in my lunch box. Deciding instead to act on her intelligence. Sarah answered…

1.62 Connections

(Aunt Pearl’s breakfast spread!) Looking far more alert than he had a few minutes previously (I blame the bacon, coffee would never do this to me) Wood went on, “Yeah, Morticia and I met Ranger…Ranger…Ranger Lade when we stayed at the Hilltop Hotel, on…