Chapter 9: As the Locusts Swallow the Sun “What a hapless sucker, don’t you think so, Brother?” The smaller Hammond brother that Mignon had previously shot in the face said with a grin to his previously masked brother. “I’m going to punt you out this window!” Mignon yelled in anger as she struggled in vain […]
Chapter 8: Deep Fried Danger The door to the theater burst open with a loud crash as Shere and her off-the-books partner burst inside, rifles at the ready. Light quickly permeated the darkness and flooded the entryway. “Oh man, this is so cool!” Tulock yelled out with an ear to ear grin as he pressed […]
Chapter 5: Ships in the Night Shere entered her apartment complex late into the night. Little progress had been made, but she had no leads. With nothing to go on she had decided to get some rest and begin in earnest come morning. She walked down the hallway in a lull, unable to get her […]
Chapter 6: Cherry Herring As her partner proceeded into the night to follow a lead, a restless Shere had decided to proceed into the night on an equally important task. As the soaked detective arrived at her destination, she pulled down the hood on her coat and approvingly peered at her quarry. The convenience store […]
Chapter 4: A Caged Fool Mignon guided Tulock to his seat in the interrogation room with all the grace and care of a common cuckoo kicking an egg out of a nest to replace with its own. Tulock smirked across the table at Shere, who remained unfazed, thanks in part to both blissful ignorance and […]
Chapter Three: Enter Tulock In the exceedingly brief time it took Shere to consume her meal fit for a king, gray clouds had blocked out the sky and a light rain began to fall upon the city. The duo proceeded on foot towards a certain street-corner where Mr. Pry was said to spend his afternoons. […]
Mignon and Shere: On the Case! – I Hope You Like Words Edition Chapter One: Arise, Great Detectives! Mignon politely awaited her call, like a nervous orphan waiting to meet a prospective family. Her eyes wandered as they tended to do, catching glimpses of unfamiliar faces she would soon have to pretend to care about. […]
