Mrs. White left her job at Canterlot Cafe one hour after the lowering of the sun. The Canterlot Cafe in itself is very prestigious and only rivaled by the Royal Kitchens themselves in the quality of food. She hailed a chariot owned by Quick Ride, a Japonies immigrant that works for The Yellow Carriage. A small sect of taxi services in the Canterlot area. At one hour and a half from Sundown, she left the carriage to her home in Winding Meadows. A middle class subdivision in the eastern half of Canterlot. She never showed up to work the following day, and her body was found by a co-worker three hours after Sunrise the nest day. I feel like I am getting somewhere in this case, I must talk to the good Captain when he is not hitting on Nurse Cadaver.
Signed~
Detective Clue
I entered the yellow chariot, it was one of many on the cobbled roads this night. The back smelled like tobacco from the Zebrarican Islands. The earth pony in front nodded as I told him where to go. I along with many other ponys where on the long transit home. Thankfully the staff from the kitchens had already left earlier, so that is one less thing to worry about. The staff is rather odd, more or less. Having all different nationalities and types of species does that. They where also a little shaken from a recent string of deaths. The rumour mills are all the rave on the subject. Everything from it being a revolution agianst the Solar Empress, to it being crazy clown that escaped from the Ponyville carnival. Nopony has found that clown yet though.....
Such filthy things these “yellow cabs” as they are dubbed by party goers. Such filthy places, those clubs that the party goers go to. To have mares act so provocatively in front of stallions who are unsatisfied with there wifes. Not that I have ever been with a stallion. How dreadful that would be to be chained to some arrogant snob. At least that was my reasoning 20 years ago.
Ahhh, at last the pathetic cart pusher arrived at my house. Its garden wilted, and its paint peeling. Best not to waist time nor money on such trivial things. Let future White deal with it.
I entered my kitchen. By far the most important part of my home. Children can be such fickle things. Especially when you have never met the father. Egg White at the very least is having a good time running his breakfast dinner in Manehattan. It was here in the kitchen that I showed him how to cook and make a name for himself.
I left the empty cold room of warm memories in favour of my bedroom loft. Each step up the stairway echoed off of old wooden walls. Worn and sagging with age and time. I lit a candle to light the rest of the way forward. Giving everything a soft glow, and illuminating the old door. I entered the loft and was met by a very dark room. It seemed to eat at the light given by the candle. It fragility flickered for a few seconds before going out.
“Hello White Rose, it is good to see you again~”
Author's Note
Hey guys! I know, I know Mrs.White is a sourpuss. Also time is based off of Sunrise, and Sunset. Which is about 6 in the morning and afternoon. Also each chapter is from a diffrent perspective. So the next person is diffrent from this one. Worry not! This is a mystery novel and all questions will be answered with time. Or Death.
Sgt. Grey, a colour blind retired guard of the 22nd elite Pegasus corp. He retired five years ago due to unknown reasons. His wife died two years after from internal bleeding. He was accused of abusing his wife, but the claims fell apart due to lack of evidence. His body was found in a storm drain by a sanitation worker who was inspecting the area from a complaint about “odd odors” personally I think that a body stuffed in the sewer would create the stench, but the complaints continued after we had the body removed. This city stinks. No country will claim it, without going to war that is. The four countries all hate each other, and having a city-state in between all of them brings up a lot of conflict. The worst part of all of this junk is that the wings of the Pegasus where lost. We found them two days after his body in a dump site. This is most likely a homicide, but like my wife I cant quite tell yet.
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signed Detective Clue
I sat on my couch reading 50 Ways to Cure Your Negative Thoughts. Things have been hard since Grey Frost died. I was going to try number 39, I had done all up to number 38 in the book. Number 39 stated “Find a hobbie and stick with it! You can not be sad if you are working hard on something that you like!” I find this unreasonable. I have been working hard to forget everything, and this book is not helping one bit. It is an interesting idea though. I will have to go to the hobbie shop tomorrow.
I guess I could do some star gazing if it was not so cloudy out. Not that I can tell what stars are what. It all seems a little gray to me. I have been told that my eyes are blue, but I have stopped seeing colours 17 years ago. I was just a recruit then, and ended up on the wrong end of a rapists hammer. We never did catch him, but that is besides the point.
A light knock on my door took me out of my brooding mood. Sighing, I got up and opened the door. A stallion with a wrench cutie mare stood before me. “Sir, there have been complaints about plumbing in this building. Mind if I come in to check your sink?” Odd, I have never heard of plumbing issues form the neighbors. If hotel management wants my sink checked, then who am I to stop them. “Your Dull Grey, right?” He spoke to me as he started working on the sink. I guess I can ask him if he knows of any good hobbies. What could go wrong?
“Yes, I'm a retired guard.” how should I go about asking him? “Do you know of any hobbies?”
He got out from under the sink and pulled a hack saw out from his toolbox. “Yah, I know a few ideas for a hobbie. Its called tying loose ends. Its a little one sided, but I'm sure that you will let me have my fun.”
Author's Note
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