TheMysteryGuild

Rodney Bells was an inspector with the IRS. He was a prudent, almost avaricious man, who rarely dined at restaurants and certainly not one as exclusive as the So Ho establishment Little Genoa. Whenever he and his wife Mandy went Italian', it was normally at the Pizza Hut. However, he took a great interest in Matteo Zerti and how Zerti could possibly maintain such a lifestyle on the amount he was declaring to his local tax office. The restaurant was showing a profit of a mere $ 242,000 on a turnover of just over four million dollars. So after tax, Zerti was only taking home just about $ 200,000. With a nice upper Manhattan town house, two chil

Prologue I trudged on through the dark forest, my legs tired from running who knows how far. I dared not look behind me. I didn’t want to see. I feared what I might see. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, sighing, before looking overhead where interweaving branches greeted me. They bound together so tight that only needle-thin beams of light made it through the branches, and only in sparse patches. I shouldn’t keep up this lazy gate much longer; I could be caught at any moment. I swung the bag I carried off my shoulders and checked my water bottle. There was barely any remaining, but it would have to do. I swallowed t

Squid Noir: The Series A comedy-drama inspired by the Canadian TV series Private Eyes, and the SpongeBob SquarePants episode of the same name. ---------- The series takes place in an alternate timeline of the SBSP universe and follows the missions of the Crazy 8s Investigation Service, led by Squidward Tentacles. Instead of Bikini Bottom as the main setting, the series is set in Honolulu, Hawaii, which is the closest US state to the US Marshal Islands, home of Bikini Bottom. ---------- Lead Protagonists: - Roger Bumpass as Squidward Tentacles Lead protagonist. The leader of the Crazy 8s Investigation Service. Nicknamed "The Jazz Detect

Chapter 1: Introductions John Watson hesitated before opening the door to the conference room. He did not need to look around as he walked in leaning on his cane, he knew that eyes lingered on him. Judging. He sighed inwardly, his competitors were all fit and young, wearing either expensive suits or brand name casual slacks with tank tops to display their muscles. With his limp and discount clothes he looked quite shabby indeed. But Mike thought he might have a chance.... He found an unoccupied table at the back of the room and sunk gratefully into a chair, leaning his cane against the wall and partially concealing it. He heard the door to