Blue Sally!
Blue Sally’s called that because she’s got woad tattoos over every inch of her body. How do I know this? Never you mind. She was real happy to see me, too. “You get three words before I throw you out,” she said, not looking up from the papers on her desk. “And don’t think about them, either.”
I shut the door behind me and Bub. “Werewolf,” I said.
That’s a word people notice in this town, let me tell you. Suddenly she was looking right at me. “What? Here?”
“Yup,” I said, and nothing more.
It took Sally a second before she figured it out. “Don’t make me smack you, Zed. Spill it.” She hopped down from her chair. “And how do you know?”
I looked down at her. “You sure you want an answer to that? I ain’t lying, though. You got a werewolf, it was at the bar, and it’s here to kill somebody.”
“You seem pretty calm about it,” Sally said.
“I ain’t the target,” I replied.
Waiting patiently for all the hints to gel.
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This one feels like a fun one.
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Mew