Valley of the Trolley Dollies

(part I here)

The elevator doors opened, and Archer stepped, blinking, into the light.

The reception area was a huge atrium, filled with natural daylight that poured through vast windows and streamed across the vast expanse of the granite floor. The almost subliminal sound of a recent hit song being performed on a marimba coming from hidden speakers somewhere, and the scent of lemon, grapefruit, clean linen and filthy lucre being wafted through the air conditioning, all combined to create an atmosphere of wealth, of style, of integrity.

And there stood Archer. If the reception was a hymn to all that was stylish and beautiful, the presence in it of the detective was a discordant clash, halfway through the second chorus.

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Heeeeeeeeeewey! I am as busy as a busy thing in busy town on the busiest day of the year.

Work is crazy, but manageable.

Home: We had the Germen last weekend, and it was so much fun. Saturday was a lovely jaunt to Brighton, followed by a dinner for 5 that was almost handcooked by Yours Truly. Only the desert was shop bought. Hectic, and should have climaxed in a group trip to see Dolly. Long story, but let’s just say they ended up going without me or Mr H, who, having been forced to miss the concert, made Lemonade out of Lemons. The TorJen boys went home on Monday, leaving me with an almost new Home PC (well, it’s the same old one, really, but with so many new superpowers that I’m Christening it Audrey II), and the place feels a little empty with them.

Or rather, would have felt, if I’d been at home for longer than  a couple hours last night. Yetserday evening, it was Life Club, of which, more later, and tonight it’s off to see the lovely Danny in Naked Horse Molesting Mode.

More, when I have time…

Archer crouched beside the bloodied heap. He gingerly pressed a finger against the shaggy, blood-matted fur, and sniffed the rich red stain on his glove. Sharply metallic, and still warm. He stared into the eyes, their once sparkling brown-green light now dull and flat, and tried to ignore the axe that still protruded from between them.

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