Disposing of Bones

"Already?" I ask the director. I'd just closed the Bat-pony case, now I've got another one. Before I can get in anymore protests, or the director can say anything else, Silver butts in.

"Why so soon? Hearthswarming is just around the corner. This weekend, to be exact." Silver tells the director. I turn back to the director.

"Yes! It is! What's the case? Please tell me I need to travel." I plead him.

"Yes, you need to travel..." He tells me, unsure of how to respond. I hop once, happily.

"Sweet! Where to?" I ask him. Silver begins to protest but the director cuts him off.

"Come to my office, I've got the case file for you." He tells me, and I nod.

He walks away, leaving Silver and I alone. I start to walk out and gesture for Silver to follow, he does and he closes the door behind him.

"Why do you want to leave on hearthswarming?" He asks me, giving me a puzzled look.

"I can't stand it, everypony it's just too happy, running around, singing. It's too much." I tell him, turning a corner and almost running into another agent. Silver stifles a laugh.

"You sound just like snowfall." He tells me.

"Who?" I ask him, stopping in front if the directors door.

"Snowfall Frost? Hearthswarming tale?" He asks, trying to jog my memory. To no avail.

"No, never heard of it." I tell him, he rolls his eyes, knocking on the director's door.

"Come in!"

Bump bump. Every few seconds. Bump bump. The railroad track joints. Bump bump.

Silver has fallen asleep a couple hours ago. I was absorbed in a book until about ten minutes ago. And it's grown dark outside. I might aswell try to fall asleep. I'll just have to block out the loud track noises.

Bump bump.

Stretching and yawning, I wake up. We've arrived at our stop. Took a full day. Now it's just a walk to Griffinstone. I wake Silver up and throw on my saddle bags. He does the same with his bags and we walk off the train. Squinting my eyes at the bright side, I turn to him.

"So, now we just walk this way?" I ask, looking towards the old dirt road.

"Yea, Griffinstone's about a mile, mile and a half that way." He tells me starting to walk.

"Okay..." I say, heaving a sigh.

"Here we are.... Rundown town of Griffinstone..." I say.

"This'll be fun." Silver sighs, walking alongside me.

I look at the map Silver's levitating in front of himself.

"Looks like the police station is, that way." I say, pointing to my left. We walk the road, gaining dirty looks from Griffins as we walk.

Finally arriving at the building, I stop and look at at. It's old, fading wood color, and looks like big house. Building up the will to walk in, I push the door open, Silver behind me. I walk to the front desk and see a Griffin, asleep in her chair.

"Excuse me?" I say, not rousing her.

"Hey! Wake up!" Silver yells and she jumps, looking at us.

"The hell you want?" She asks, sitting forward in her chair.

"I want the chief." I tell her, adjusting my wings.

"Back." Is all she says, leaning back to fall asleep again.

I look at Silver, and he shrugs. I turn towards the hallway to my right and walk down it. It's a long hallway, but no doors. The only one being at the end. Reaching it, I knock.

"Who the hell is it?" A gruff voice yells.

"Andreah Reigns, RCIS. I'm her about the pony remains found." I yell through the door.

"About fuckin time, come in!" He yells. Grinding my teeth, I open the door, Silver shutting it when were both in.

"What too you so long?!" He asks, acting almost frantic.

"Sir, it's a full days train ride from Canterlot to here. Then another half-hour walk to here." Silver says, earning a scoff from the chief.

"Anyway." The chief says dismissively. "We left the bones, not like we would want to do anything with them. They're in the old Town Hall basement." He tells me.

"Thank you sir. Anything else we need to know?" I ask him.

"No. That's it. You can leave now." He says demandingly.

"We were planning on it. Thanks." Silver says, anger dripping from his voice. "Come in Andreah." He beckons, opening the door.

I walk out without saying anything to the Griffins on the way out. Once we were out of earshot of them, and far enough away from the building, I spoke again.

"Well, I can already tell this case is going to be fun." I say, looking over to Silver. "Just, try not to shoot anypony."

"I was already thinking about it." He says, smirking at me.

"So, the town hall. This way?" I ask, pointing my way towards the entrance of the town.

"Yes" he says. "Close to the entrance of the town."

"Let's go find it."

I look up at the building with a city clock on it. I pull out my pocket watch from my trench coat and check the time. The Griffinstone clock is broken. My watch says 9:46 while this clock says either midnight or midday, either way, it's broken.

"Well." Silver starts. "Even a broken clock is right twice a day." He says, laughing, then walking in. I follow.

Looking around I see it clearly rundown, but still used. A receptionist Griffin sitting at the front desk, typing Celestia knows what. I walk up to her.

"Hi, how do I get to the basement?" I ask her. She looks up at me and scoffs.

"What is a pony doing here?" She says.

"I'm here working a murder case. So unless you want to be thrown into the Canterlot dungeons under obstruction of Justice, I suggest you tell me where the basement is." I say, smiling. Having enough of Griffin bigotry.

Scoffing again, she points behind her. "Stairs"

Without thanking her, I walk that way and find the stairs she was talking about. Silver in tow, I walk down them.

I smell the mold of an unused basement. I look around seeing clutter, and a unicorn skull and couple of vertebrae leading into the dirt.

I walk to it, setting down my bags. I take out my trowel and brush and start working.

"Uuhhh..... Silver?" I say worriedly after a couple of hours of work.

"Yes, Andreah?" He asks.

"We have a problem." I tell him, looking down at the alicorn skeleton.