Clinic

Ignatius sat in his favourite spot at Silvi's Coffee Shop, his eyes half-closed as he savoured the rich aroma of his coffee. The steam rose in gentle curls from his cup, mingling with the sweet scent of the pastries that filled the air. He took a slow sip, the warmth spreading through his body, and then glanced down at Ayla.

The petite dryad's head bobbing up and down and tending to her desire to suck him in public places. In a million years, he could not have guessed that Ayla would be such a type of girl. She was sweet and innocent-looking. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she looked up, taking a breather. Ignatius winked at her. Luna had the same fetish, and that is why the tablecloths covering the tables reached the floor.

Ignatius held his pipe, the fragrant smoke adding to the cosy ambience of the coffee shop. As he watched Ayla, a sense of contentment filled him. Silvi's Coffee Shop was more than a place to get a good cup of coffee. It was a haven where he could find solace and inspiration.

Ayla stopped her chin, touching his balls. She looked up at him, mouth filled. She smiled, mouth open, showing him. Then, she closed her mouth and swallowed. "Thank you." She whispered.

His reverie was interrupted by the low murmur of voices from the table behind him. Two women engaged in a heated discussion, their expressions tense. Ignatius's ears perked up as he caught snippets of their conversation. Ayla, on her knees, came out from under the tablecloth. Master, the spill has been cleaned, Ayla said, waving the rag in her hand. Ignatius nodded, touching her hand and winking at her. Ayla walked to the kitchen with a big smile.

Luna had devised this method of explaining why they were under the table. People must think him a disaster as Luna cleaned in quotes under the table half an hour ago. Christie eyed him as she sat before him. She had a rag in her hands. She would spill coffee as soon as he knew it. Luna hovered around the counter with a clean rag. He thought we needed a clue, or I would look like a dried-out corpse before this day ended.

"Did you hear about the incident at the clinic?" one of the women whispered, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Yes, I heard," the other woman replied, her tone grave. "A nurse was seen arguing with the mayor the day before his death. It's all very suspicious."

Ignatius leaned back in his chair, his interest piqued. The mayor's death had shocked the entire community, and any new information was worth noting. He continued to listen, trying to piece together the clues from their conversation.

The first woman glanced around, making sure no one was listening. "I heard that the nurse looked upset. She yelled at the mayor, and people said she looked furious."

The second woman nodded. "What is it? Was the mayor involved in something shady."

Ignatius smoked his pipe thoughtfully. The nurse arguing with the mayor the day before his death was indeed suspicious. It was a clue that could shed light on the mysterious circumstances surrounding the mayor's demise.

As he pondered this new information, Ayla approached his table, her expression curious. "Is everything alright? You look deep in thought."

He smiled, placing his pipe in his jacket pocket. "Overheard something interesting just now. It seems a nurse at the clinic. Was seen arguing with the mayor the day before his death."

Ayla's eyes widened with interest. "That is intriguing. Do you think it could be related to his murder?"

"It's possible," Ignatius replied. "I'm going to look into it further. Every piece of information helps."

Ayla nodded, her expression determined. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

Half an hour later, Luna said, kneeling down, "I will clean the spill under the table. "

He explained the women's argument to Luna under the table as he smoked his pipe. Luna, now interested, could not wait to investigate. Luna stared up at him, grinning. "I will get ready. See you in a minute, " she whispered, then crawled out from under the table. "The spill has been cleaned," she said, walking upstairs. 

Ignatius decided it was time to act. He finished his coffee and stood up, his mind racing with possibilities. The clue about the nurse was too important to ignore. He needed to gather more information and see if it could lead to a breakthrough in the case. Luna came down the stairs. She had changed her clothing. She leaned in, whispering, "Got some on my blouse." Her eyes were alive with mischief. Her smile was beautiful and full of promises. 

As they approached the door, he heard Ayla call out, "Good luck. Be careful."

Ignatius gave her a reassuring smile. "We will. Thank you, Ayla."

They stepped out into the bustling streets of Misty Cove. The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the cobblestones. Ignatius headed straight for the clinic, his mind focused on the task. Luna, holding his hand, followed her mind, reeling with possibilities. The mayor's death had left a void in the community, and they were determined to uncover the truth.

The clinic was a modest building, its white walls gleaming in the sunlight. They entered and were greeted by the receptionist, a young woman with a friendly smile.

"Good afternoon," Ignatius said, his tone polite. "I'm looking for some information about one of your nurses. There was an incident recently, and I hoped to speak with someone who might know more."

The receptionist's smile faltered, but she nodded. "Of course. Let me see if I can find someone to help you."

A few moments later, a nurse named Clara approached. She looked wary but willing to assist. "How can I help you, sir?"

Ignatius explained the situation, omitting any details that might cause alarm. "I heard that one of your colleagues argued with the mayor the day before his death. Do you know anything about it?"

Clara's expression grew guarded. "Yes, there was an incident. The nurse you're referring to is Emily. She and the mayor had a heated discussion. I'm unsure what it was about, but it seemed serious."

"Do you know where I can find Emily?" Ignatius asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

Clara hesitated, then sighed. "Emily is on leave right now. She was agitated after the argument and needed some time off. She might be at her home."

Ignatius thanked Clara and left the clinic. Determined to find Emily and learn more about the argument.

"We will need Elysia's help," Luna said.

"I know they will never give us her address," Ignatius said.

He sat outside on a bench around the corner of police headquarters. Luna went to fetch Elysia. He had thought he would get used to the women around him. In his old life, men complained about getting used to their girlfriends or wives. They were looking for excitement in younger women.

He realises he did not suffer from that condition. Luna and Elysia rounded the corner. He had to still his racing heart. They were as beautiful as the day he had met them.

They made their way to a small cottage on the outskirts of town.

As they approached the cottage, they noticed the curtains were drawn, and the place had an air of solitude. Ignatius knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. After a moment, the door creaked open. Emily stood before him, looking weary and apprehensive.

"Emily, I am Detective Elysia. I'm investigating the mayor's death. And I need to speak with you about your argument with him," Elysia said, her tone calm and reassuring.

Emily's eyes filled with tears, and she stepped aside to let them in. "Please, come in. I'll tell you everything."

They followed her inside. The dimly lit interior of the cottage contrasts with the bright afternoon outside. Emily gestured for them to sit, and she sat across from them, her hands trembling.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," Emily began, her voice choked with emotion. "The mayor and I disagreed about some funding for the clinic. He wanted to cut our budget, and I was trying to convince him otherwise."

Ignatius listened, his eyes never leaving hers. "What was his reasoning for cutting the budget?"

Emily shook her head, her frustration evident. "He said it was necessary for some other projects in the city, but I didn't believe him. There was something else going on, something he wasn't telling me. That's why I confronted him."

"Do you have any idea what that might be?" Elysia asked.

Emily hesitated, then sighed. "I heard rumours that the mayor was involved in some shady dealings. There were whispers about bribes and corruption, but I had no proof. I hoped he would come clean during our argument, but he didn't."

Luna and Elysia nodded, absorbing the information. "Thank you, Emily. You've been very helpful. If you think of anything else, please let me know." Elysia said.

Emily wiped her tears and managed a faint smile. "I will. Thank you for listening."

As Ignatius left the cottage, his mind raced with possibilities. The argument between Emily and the mayor, coupled with the rumours of corruption, painted a clearer picture of the mayor's last days. He needed to delve deeper into the mayor's dealings and find out if there was any truth to the allegations.

Returning to Silvi's Coffee Shop, Ignatius felt a renewed sense of purpose. Ayla, Luna, and Elysia gathered at a table, their expressions curious. Ignatius brought four mugs of coffee.

"We need to investigate the mayor's finances and see if there's any evidence of corruption. It's a long shot but might lead us to the truth." Luna said, taking a mug.

Elysia nodded, her determination unwavering. "I'll pull some strings and see if we can access his financial records. There has to be something there."

Ayla placed a comforting hand on Ignatius's arm. "We'll get to the bottom of this. We're in this together."

The group spent the next few days combing through the mayor's financial records, looking for any irregularities. Elysia threw the file on the kitchen table. "Nothing, the man is a saint."

Luna took a bite of her sandwich. "Emily lied to us."

Do not forget Evan; his alibi is flimsy at best. Ignatius said.

"They might be hiding secrets. People are secretive." Zarkon said, sipping his wine.

"We need sleep, so let's turn in for the night," Ignatius said.

"Tomorrow's a new day," Luna said, loosening her bra's clasp. "I sleep on his right side tonight."

Rock, paper, scissors were played for his left side.