A Clue | A 100 Word Story

#941 | 16 The Tower | Bard's Arcana

The phone went dead before I could respond. “Shouldn’t we…do something…sir?” Detective Silvers stammered.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to decipher what exactly was just said to me. I have no girlfriend, work is my life. Clearly the caller knows this already. So, what exactly did he mean.

Silvers turned stark white with fear that I was remaining silent and still. Should I leave him to wonder if I simply didn’t care about my non-existent girlfriend enough to do anything to save her.

“She doesn’t exist. But he’s left us a clue to his next victim.”

Richard II - Act 3 Scene 3

NORTHUMBERLAND 
My lord, in the base court he doth attend
To speak with you, may it please you to come down.

KING RICHARD 
Down, down I come, like glist’ring Phaëton,
Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
In the base court—base court, where kings grow base,
To come at traitors’ calls and do them grace.
In the base court come down—down court, down king,
For nightowls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

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