Case #22: The Missing Returns

The city was dark, cold and wet.  Like a dredged up stiff in a cement overcoat.  Only smellier.  The alleyway below my window was lit by the flickering neon light of the local dive.  A dive that attracted every goon, hood and heel the way a plump kid at summer camp draws mosquitoes.

I had just polished off another bottle of Jack, my steadiest of companions, when she walked through the door.
 

The Old College Try

Rooty and I were driving Fern and Sprout through my old university town when we came upon a hotel where Rooty and I once stayed.

"Hey, Fern, that's the hotel where Momma and I stayed on our wedding night."

"Yuck!  That old building?  It looks so rundown."

"No, it's very charming!  It was actually an old sorority that was converted to a hotel."

"What's a sorority?"

"Well, it's like a club for women on campus."

Fern contemplated my response.
 

"...Lesbians?"