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.