I, the Tribunal by P.C. Hatter & Stacy Bender

Author:P.C. Hatter & Stacy Bender [Hatter, P.C. & Bender, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: anthropomorphic fiction, Detective, furry, Mystery, pulp, Anthropomorphic
ISBN: 9798627033303
Publisher: Byrnas Books
Published: 2020-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Before setting off to my appointment, I called Duke for an update. Without telling him about Phillis, I gave him a list of numbers that included the whore house and double checked the address. Duke was still playing fair, but I didn’t want to show my hand just yet.

I left early for my appointment and parked my car a few blocks away. Casing the joint was easy. The three-story brownstone apartment building sat in a quiet neighborhood. If not for the light in the top window, I wouldn’t have thought anyone was in.

The place was perfect to set up shop. Quiet, dull, no cubs or kits to cause trouble, and most likely patrolled by a bored out of his mind beat cop.

Satisfied with what I saw, I stamped out my cigarette on the sidewalk and crossed the street. After the required rings, an older female goat appeared. The doe looked like anyone’s mother with her conservative dress and single string of pearls.

“Douglas Banks,” I said and tugged at my hat.

“Come in.”

The goat ushered me into a room livelier than the dull exterior. Whoever decorated the place dropped some cash because everything was new and of quality. The velvet lined curtains explained the reason I couldn’t see any light from outside.

“Can I take your hat?”

“Sure.” I handed it over, and she disappeared for a minute. When she came back, she sat down on one of the chairs opposite me. “Fancy place.”

“Yes.” She looked at me with her rectangular eyes and asked, “Do you mind telling me which of our associates you talked too.”

“A little weasel about yay high, in need of a good swift kick in the pants.”

“Ah yes, he took a week off after his encounter with you, Mr. Wrench.”

“How’d you know?”

“I read the newspapers, Mr. Wrench. And it’s not like you are an unknown. What are you really here for?”

“What’s wrong with the dancing?”

The does ears flicked back and forth as if debating. “Twenty-five, up front. Then you can go upstairs.”

Once I handed her the dough, she led me to the stairs and pushed a button in the newel post. A chime sounded and a female panther opened a door and motioned me up to another sitting room. Not as fancy as the one downstairs, but I’m guessing the assortment of females wearing next to nothing was supposed to be the decoration.

The trouble was, I didn’t know what Phillis Downs looked like. The panther glanced at me and asked, “Are you looking for something or someone in particular?”

“Yeah.” Grasping for the alias Phillis used, I said, “Tanya Smith.”

The look the panther gave me had me wondering what kind of person Phillis was. “This way.” She led me down a hall lined with doors. We stopped at the last one on the right, and she knocked on the door. “Tanya, you have a visitor.”

A female’s voice came from the other side. “Just a minute.”

The panther gave me another long look and sauntered back to the sitting room.

“Come in,” called the voice.

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