My name is Clarence, I’m a bean counter, and for all intensive conclusions, my life is conclusively boring. If it wasn’t for the occasional fraud case that comes by the office, I would really have nothing of note to talk about. But all that was about to change.
You understand what an apple peeler is don’t you? In case you don’t, they are a rather clever invention. You take your choice of fruit, set it inside this small core spike, tighten the other end down on it by rotating the handle, until the skin comes all the way off, which leaves a totally cool looking spiral. The fruit peeler can be a awesome appliance and an even stranger weapon.
I know, your probably wondering to yourself, what the heck is he talking about. Well, it all initiated last Sunday with my neighbor, Mrs. Gerry. She had a reputation for flooding the air with the amazing fragrance of pies, almost all year long.
So, here we were taking in the fresh smell of pie and oddly, no Mrs. Gerry anywhere. It turns out someone had smashed into her house and kidnapped her. The only thing they could locate that worried them, was an antique cast iron apple peeler, that had some stains on it and a freshly baked pie spilled out on the kitchen floor
What a tragedy, the pie lost and poor Mrs. Gerry nowhere to be found. We hadn’t heard a thing, on the evening in question, and the police seemed like they were at a loss, at least for now. It turns out, that a remnant of the neighbors and myself figured ourselves as private eyes, and the previous week had been a proverbial who done it.