Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

109: Two Wraiths of Cuban Origin (Part 2)

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"You can find him, Miss? I'm not so sure ..he's the hardest person to find," Wraith told the Cuban Pay Army. Doubtful about Haz's words.

"Have you eaten yet?" haz asked, spontaneously making Wraith the Cuban Pay Soldier speechless. He stared fixedly at Haz and shook his head. The long haired woman could see through the front rearview mirror.

"good. I know your friend is very fussy about stomach rumbling. I'm not gonna miss this one. If my guess is correct, he's in one of the restaurants with a pungent spice smell and I know where it is."

"Alright, let's see if Miss Nephila's guess is correct."

"Oh .. I don't dare. I told you I'm not a fortune teller. I'm just guessing the origin. Whisk, sorry to bother you, yeah ...."

"No problem, map, please?"

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After circling according to Haz's direction: Stuck in traffic, the party until the road is closed, and various other annoying things .. eventually the three of them with a car driven by Whisk to the destination.

The first thing they saw when they got to the destination was a man with a big face and big body who was enjoying his food!

"Do you always eat that much?" haz asked while shaking his head, not believing what his two eyes were looking at.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Miss. But, I have to admit, yes," replied the Cuban Wraith Army Charges.

"Don't want to join?"

"Our relationship is not so good as colleagues or friends. We only know each other, after that ... nothing."

Haz took a deep breath, then nodded in understanding. "Then let me find him. The food here is good too. I need a snack" he said.

I can't resist the charm of a Nephila Resplendent, the Inner Wraith of the Cuban Mercenary Army.

Finally, Wraith of the Cuban Mercenary Army came down.

"Hello, can I sit here?" ask Haz to Wraith Cuban Doctor and Laboratory Expert.

The man stared for a moment at Haz and nodded his head. His mouth was full of food.

"Sister." Haz calls the waiter with a thick Indonesian accent.

The servant timidly approached Haz. Whisk sits at the table right behind Haz.

A little explanation, the place was open, so it would be easy to find someone there. The tables are neatly arranged in a spacious yard that directly faces the highway.

When Wraith the Cuban Doctor and Laboratory Expert saw her colleague, she immediately knew who Haz was. But he was too lazy just to say hello. He prefers his food.

"You need to be afraid. He's my friend."

Wraith Cuban Physician and Laboratory Expert did not understand what Haz said. A little curious, but also a stupid time.

"I don't know what he said. In this case it is a small restaurant .. so, confused," said the waiter.

Haz patted the eel slowly. He chuckles in anxiety. "Father. This is right, brother. Ntar bill just love me. I pay you all in the back." He pointed towards the Whisk and Wraith of the Cuban Mercenary Army.

"Oh .. good, Non. What do you want to order, Non?"