The best thing about the Rosanne, in Elsie’s opinion, was the food. Elsie didn’t know the Rosanne’s chef very well, but she was grateful that when she asked him to make her a special breakfast worthy of a hangover, he delivered with great esteem and a sly smile. Despite her raging headache, Elsie took it upon herself to glance over the newspaper they had collected before departing Edith Post, and she read quietly whilst drinking her tea.
Upon the front page was a picture of what looked to be the lower ring of Warren City, and above it was the headline: BLUE BANDIT STRIKES AGAIN!
Another devastating robbery has unfolded at the Bolder & Smith jewellery store last Tuesday with the culprit escaping with an estimated total of five-hundred pounds worth of goods! Investigators have tied the newly titled ‘Blue Bandit’ to the scene of the crime as they uncovered a red origami rose left upon the store’s counter, which is believed to be the Bandit’s insignia. This hence forth is the Blue Bandit’s seventh robbery in this recent string of crimes…
What an interesting fellow, Elsie thought, as she tried to picture his face. Even among the criminals of Warren City there seemed to be a certain amount of romantic splendour. She decided that one day she would very much like to encounter a master thief.
When she set the paper down Jack entered the kitchen – he had already eaten breakfast. “Good morning sister!” he said, in a sudden and booming voice. Elsie, in her small agony, lowered her head and massaged her temples. “Jack, please lower your voice.”
“Oh my,” he mused, “so it is true. My sweet little sister is growing up! Alas, you’ll have to recover from that hangover a little quicker. You have been summoned to the map room.”
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