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"Tally, have you sent me those pictures yet?" I called out.
"They're on their way, just give it a minute." She called back. It had been six months since we'd decided to open our own detective agency, and let me tell you, it was no cakewalk. First there was the horrific bus ride to the city to get our licence, and then there was the whole building fiasco. Tally was so particular; she seemed to think that the building was more important than the actual agency. After we bought the building, which was one level and had four rooms, we had to furnish it. I took a few items from Harry's house, things that we never used, and we managed to pull a few extra dollars together for the other necessary items. We each have a room to ourselves, with desks, chairs, laptops and printers, among other things. We also have a kitchen with a fridge, a few cupboards and a microwave. The other room has a couch, a few armchairs and a coffee table, so we can talk to people comfortably. And after everything we'd done, we finally had the perfect little agency. We didn't make heaps of money or anything, but Guessville was a very suspicious town, and we made enough to get by.
The case we were currently working on was given to us by Joe Jacobs. Joe was an incredibly suspicious man, and whenever there was change, he was always the first to suspect the worst. A couple of months ago a new family moved into town. Their names were Max, Alex and Anne Baxter. Max and Alex are brothers, and Anne is married to Max. Max bought a house for him and Anne, and Alex found a cheap apartment to stay in. Just after they moved here Anne got a job as Milton Bradley's personal secretary. Mr. Bradley is one of the town's own billionaires. He and his partner George Hixton owned a multi-billion dollar company called MB. They're a major maker and supplier of paper, or some such thing. I never really bothered to pay attention to that society when I was younger, and I saw no reason to start now. Anyway, Max apparently has a job, but Joe insists that all he ever does is spend copious amounts of time in his garage. Joe reckons he's a terrorist, or some such silly thing. I think it's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but we're being paid quite a bit to find out the truth, so we'll keep pursuing it, unless something more interesting comes up.
LATER THAT DAY, IN THE AGENCY'S KITCHEN
We were both sitting at the table in the kitchen, with cold sandwiches and hot cups of coffee. We were having a little trouble getting the microwave to work, but the kettle worked fine.
"So, Two, what do you think of our current assignment?" I asked.
"Well, I can sort of understand the suspicion of the villagers, I mean this isn't exactly a town that's thriving, and not many people would actually want to move here, so it's a bit strange when people like the Baxter's suddenly appear, but I think a terrorist is taking it a bit too far. People in this town have wild imaginations."
"I know what you mean," I replied. "So, what do you think he's really doing here?"
"I dunno. It's a mystery," she said. We both looked at each other and laughed.
"Good thing we know how to solve mysteries!"
AFTER LUNCH, IN THE BUSHES NEAR MAX'S HOUSE
"You told me the forecast for today was sunshine!" Tally grumbled. I smiled to myself, as we crouched there, Tally with her high quality zoom video camera focused on Max's garage, waiting for Max to make an appearance, and hopefully get a few photos of what was in there.
"If I'd told you that the weatherman had predicted a storm, you never would have come. Besides, we had to do this today, Joe's getting antsy, and he wants to see some progress." I said.
"Yeah, but it's POURING with RAIN! I'm cold, I'm soaking wet, and I hate the rain!" Tally said.
"Oh, stop complaining Tally. Anyway, I have a feeling we'll be outta here soon. Look, the garage door is opening." Tally turned her attention back to the garage, suddenly excited. She focused her camera on the now open garage, and started snapping photos. She got photos of all the corners of the garage. The high zoom camera was very good quality. The garage door closed again, and we watched Max sprint across the gravel and into his house.
"Let's go," I said. "That's all we're going to get for today."
"Thank God!" Tally replied.
BACK AT THE AGENCY, TALLY'S OFFICE
We were in Tally's office, wrapped in blankets with the heater going and the door closed to keep the heat in, and we were examining the photos on her computer.
"I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary here. Looks like a normal garage to me. It's filled with junk, just like Harry's is." I said.
"Don't judge too quickly," Tally said, "We haven't looked at all the photos yet."
"Yeah, I suppose. I just don't see how.....hey, what is that?"
"What?" Tally asked.
"That," I said, pointing to the screen. Tally zoomed in.
"I don't know, One, but it looks kind of like-"
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well... it looks kind of like dynamite" she said. I looked closer at the object on the screen. We looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. What was a guy like Max doing with bundles of dynamite in his garage?
"I'll get it," I said. I went to the door and opened it, still clutching the blanket around me.
"Oh, hey," I said. "What are you doing here? Do you need some help?"
"No, I came bearing news. Milton Bradley has just been found murdered in his office."
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