Posted in Posted by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Authur Conan here, here's a tad of my story:So, what's going on today? a woman with a slight German accent walked into the police station of the small town, Vistaff. Long, wavy, chestnut brown hair fell down her back as she flopped down into a chair and started shuffling through papers.
Ah, Kit. You're here, a tall man with dark hair rose from the table that he had been sitting at. We got a call this morning, it looks like there's been a kidnapping. Kit looked up. Really? I thought that you said it was boring in this town Dan! You call that boring?
Dan smiled a little, Well, I should have said that it is usually boring. This hasn't happened for years. In fact, it hasn't happened at all while I've been here.
