Horace and Ruddy: Friends Forever, Chapter 2
I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
“What more do you need?” said Horace.
“These show me that they died, but these are just stories you printed off the internet. I need more than this to find out what’s happening.”
Horace looked confused. “You’re in a think tank.”
“We think about the future of green tech, not murder. Plus, I’m not magical.”
Horace seemed dumbfounded.
“Okay,” I said, “I’m smart. Maybe I could figure something out if I had anything to go on, but I don’t. Aren’t any of you telepathic or whatever?”
“Some of us are,” said Horace, “Takehiko and Kibwe were the most telepathic. And Cosette could see the future. Sometimes.”
“Except when it counted,” I said.
My stomach rumbled. I hadn’t had breakfast. Dinner, I guess, since it was after 7 pm.
“There may be something I can do,” I said. “I don’t know if it will help, but I can try. Why don’t you buy me dinner and a book?”
“I don’t eat,” Horace said.
“You’re buying me dinner. Then we’re going to a book store. I’ve got to see a man about some murders.”