We were called into the office of my boss, Percival Montgomery, who was a tall man with bulky shoulders, a swollen lower lip, and face covered in hair. He told us to sit down and pointed towards one long red couch. His office was definitely the most luxurious, as the walls were covered by paintings in golden brown wooden frames and a desk with rewards for things I hadn't even heard of. But he spoke in a calm, soft voice when he said, "the killer is still out there." As he spoke I noticed there was something off about his appearance, more noticeably his eyes. They were bloodshot and made him seem dizzy.

I interrupted him by saying "I'm sorry, sir, but, are you drunk?" That was followed by him laughing and saying mid-laugh, "I don't know". After that cleared, the room was filled with an awkward silence and the warm stiff smell of black liquorice beer, root beer. It may make you feel good, but I have tasted the blood of alcoholics and it doesn't taste good.

He continued, "Tomorrow after I've looked at the details, I want you to investigate Parker Street. I've received an anonymous tip, they say the killer will strike there next, but for now, as we wait. I was going to get a meal, do you want to join me?"

Just at the corner stood a decent sized restaurant that was also a casino called Halborn. Entering made me feel out of place as the room was lit by scented candles and tables neatly arranged in rows covered in blood red tablecloths. Percival walked confidently up to the maitre'd and said in a partly demanding tone, "table for three please, make it near the window." He then gave them a five-pound note as all the tables near the Window were full. "Now go, with haste."

So he left walking to the back of the room to a couple having what appeared to be a romantic dinner. He came back, about two minutes later with a few drops of blood running from his nose after escorting the lovely couples out.

"Your table is ready," he said with a stiff upper lip.

We sat down at the table, picked up the menus to decide what we wanted. It took about two minutes for me, but in the end, I got lamb stew and a glass of red wine. When everyone else had decided we had to wait for a waiter to take our order so, me, Harry and Percival had a Nice chat.

"So how did you meet Miss Mary Turner?" Percival asked for he knew yesterday was our anniversary. I lowered the menu as I was reconsidering my food choice and said, "Well, I was at one of my friend's house, if I remember correctly, it was Sophie's, and I just saw her standing in the living room. Since we hadn't met before I approached her and introduced myself. It just sort of led from there."

Then the waiter arrived, he had a red waistcoat a white shirt and black trousers. Based on the way he smelled and his general posture, a thin bent over the figure with viable cheekbones, I could tell he smoked. His voice when he asks us

"What will you be having this evening?" was painful to the ear, like sandpaper. After we ordered our food, Harry getting whiskey and pasta, and Percival getting some water and a bowl of soup, I turned to face Percival.

"Your wife is hot and you are a lucky man, don't waste your time at work." The part of what he said that interested me was the first few words.

"What did you say about my wife?" At that point, everyone was staring a thousand eyes like the tips of daggers. "Do you want to make a scene of this mess?" He asked, confident in the fact that he already knew my response due to the setting. We all lay back in our seats as in all places like this the food takes ages to arrive.

The food arrived, with visible steam rising from it. The smell was one of the best I had ever known. The tastes were the same, however, the waiter had returned and offered to add salt and a few slices of garlic bread but I refused, saying, "no thank you, I'm allergic to garlic." At that moment his tone and expression became cold and serious as he said, "Please take it, I insist." Before leaving it on our table, the strange thing was he was talking to me exclusively. To calm my paranoia Harry said, "Take it home with you, maybe Mary will like it."