C.R.’s Detective Agency: Case File, Corruptions Roots. By: Snoopy8009

Chapter 1: A Typical Stormy Night

Manehatten, the city for the rich and filled with the corrupt, I’m Citrus Rock, everypony calls me C.R., I'm an orange coat and brown maned earth pony, I run a private detective service, and that night was supposed to be another typical stormy night, me sitting at my desk and it was until she trotted into my office.….

Watching the rain pitter patter down the glass pane, looking out onto the city streets, C.R. took a long drag from his cigar, after a moment he let out a satisfied sigh, adding a new wave of smoke in the room, to his left and right the walls of his office, lined with book cases that are neatly filled with old books, trinkets, other odds and ends from past cases. On his desk sat the glass of cheap whiskey and the nearly empty bottle, along with cases that were never solved, some old, some newer, either way C.R. didn’t like leaving a job unfinished.

The other side of the door he could hear muffled voices must be another case they always seem to show up when it’s raining, one was the familiar voice of his secretary, Cherryl Rosebosh, she is the assistant. For a Pegasus she was good, she also wasn’t a bad looker either, a dirty cherry red coat with a long flowing well kept brown mane, with emeralds for eyes but C.R. always kept it professional, well mostly after awhile they became good friends. C.R. always did enjoy the rain, felt like the city was getting a little cleaner from it, Luna knows that isn’t true but it’s a nice idea.

A knock at the door stirred C.R. from his thoughts, “Hey Rocky, got a case for yah, you wanna talk with ‘em?” Cherryl says. “Sounds like another missing pony.”

With a grunt and a protest from the chair C.R. swivels around and leans forward. “Yeah, thanks Cherryl, just give me a minute then let them in.” said C.R. as he started to down the rest of the whiskey in his glass.

Cherryl replied “Got it Rocky.” After she closed the door again C.R. flipped the old and new cases shut, sliding them into one of the near empty drawers on his desk, followed by the glass and bottle, taking a moment for a few more drags on the cigar, he snuffs it out in the overfull ash tray.

As he snuffed out the cigar the squeak of the door warned him of the pony approaching, looking up the pony started to introduce herself.

“Hello detective Rock, my name is Starry Eyes and I am in desperate need of your services.” Oh sweet Luna C.R. though, her voice trembled and her fiery red lips gave her a pouty look, her eyes were blood shot from crying but appeared to be a peach color, her makeup was slightly runny from the rain and crying. Her coat was a cream color, her wet mane and tail was a two tone red, she had a beautifully provocative dress on and from what one could glance at her cutie mark was a film reel; all in all she was a knock out.

“Now calm down Miss Eyes and tell me what’s going on, you have a missing pony you want me to find?” replied C.R. as she took in a breath from the smoke filled room, C.R. finally noticed her perfume, smelt strongly of roses.

“It’s my son, he hasn’t returned from work for three days now, the police won’t listen to me and the local garrison of Sparkle Guards are busy with the unrest on the other side of the city. Please you are my best hope to finding him.” She pleaded, eyes sparkling with a mix of hope, desperation and on the brink of a break down.

“Alright, calm down now, what can you tell me about your son? How he looks, where he works at and his last known sighting, anything can help so try to be as though as possible.” C.R. stated.

“His name is Wally. He was last seen leaving his job, a shipping plant near the industrial hotspot; he used to go on about how you could see the castle from the rooftop, he always wore a gray paper colts hat, and has a peach colored coat, with brown eyes and mane. His cutie mark is a crowbar and a hammer crossing each other and he is a unicorn.” Scratching down everything she was saying C.R. asks

“Miss, did you son,” looking at his notes real quick, “Wally, have any friends, where did he hang out at when he wasn’t working?” After a few moments of thinking she replied

“w-well, I don’t really know who he hangs out with or where he goes after working…but I do remember him continuously mentioning somepony called pig or was it a tavern called ‘the pig pin’? I can’t remember much about it, I hope that I had been able to help.” Tapping on the call button for Cherryl, C.R. tells Starry that she was more help then she realized. Cherryl pokes her head in and asks.

“Yeah Rocky?” waving her in C.R. asks.

“Cherryl, yah mind settin’ Miss Starry here up in a hotel or something?” with a roll of her eyes she replies with a well meaning smirk

“Yeah sure Rocky, you gonna give me that raise anytime this century? I’m a book keeper not a witness protection service.” With a smirk C.R. Retorts

“Hey doll, if we would get more cases I’d give you that raise but business is slow right now and the lights don’t pay for themselves!” as she turned and motioned for Starry to follow she throws one last retort to him.

“Well, Rocky how about you stop brooding at that window every time it rains and we might get some money coming in.” closing the door after that C.R. fumbles for a worthy retort and yells back at the door.

“It’s not brooding! It’s contemplating!” with an annoyed huff, C.R. trots to the coat rack in the corner.

Author's Note

Be Gentle, this is my first story ever and any help would be appreciated and welcomed.