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>Check out the mall!
Ah, parents. Parents were great, huh.
As Clover arrives at the mall once more, she takes a deep breath before heading in. She was just here to go look for the detective’s office. Nothing more, nothing less. As long as she stuck to the plan, nothing would go wrong. With that in mind, she begins her search.
While she peers around at all the shops with all their big fancy signs, the smell of freshly baked pretzels wafts over. The wolf-girl’s mouth immediately waters, but she tries to ignore it. She already had that BIG burger from Wolf Burger earlier, so she probably didn’t even have any money left to spare… wait, that’s right, Sammy had paid for them! So she should have more than enough! Clover happily follows the scent of pretzels, and tries to avoid thinking too much about her last conversation with her former packmate.
“h-hi, um… could i get a p-pretzel and a soda please…”
The pretzel cashier tilts his head. “Sorry, what was that?”
“um…” Clover just points, and the boy grabs her one of the pretzels from the rack.
“That’ll be $4.50.”
She puts the money onto the counter and scurries away with her pretzel. She wasn’t that thirsty anyway!
Nibbling on the warm dough, Clover continues wandering the mall. It isn’t much longer before she finds something that didn’t really seem like it belonged.
‘221b Baker Street. Detective Consultant Services!’
Set into the brick wall, a nice wooden door was firmly shut. Hanging from the doorknob, a small sign reads ‘Closed!’
“Hmm…” Clover takes another small bite from her pretzel.
>What now?
