Not only had my computer been stolen but the culprit also appeared to have made off with my ability to draw. The cryptic note left in the space vacated by the pc - "I have taken the kid. Signed FF." - left me in no doubt as to who was responsible.
Torn between my options of bursting into action and continuing to stare at the empty space, I chose the latter. I could have remained in this state until somebody poked me with a stick, but I had another distraction as the office door swung open.
Five foot six of sultry noir stood in the doorway. She was never one for knocking. Raven-haired but otherwise scarlet, Fifi LaFlamme had led me astray on many an occasion and I feared today would not break precedent.
"I.. ah.. wanted to brush up on my typing," LaFlamme finally offered.
"So you stole my computer?"
"Borrowed." She paused. "Pawned actually."
"But my life's work was on there!"
"And your problem is..?" I pondered this reply and had to agree it was no great loss.
But how was I going to do my client Spore's bidding and interpret the religious symbology of the worst logo in the world? And even more troubling, what else did LaFlamme have on her mind?