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Addition By Subtraction
A Slip Knitwise, P.I. Murder Mystery Knit Along
- Prologue-
It was a dark and stormy knit...
I sat in my office trying to battle my way through a brioche hat. The brioche was winning. It was Friday the 13th and I felt like I had walked under every ladder in the city. Something had to give. I needed a case and I needed it badly. It had been too long. The letters on my door said, “SLIP KNITWISE - PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR,” but the only things I had been investigating were dropped stitches and problems that couldn’t be solved with all the T-pins and blocking mats in the world.
I looked up from my desk just in time to see a dark shadow cross outside the frosted glass of my door. The shadow stopped. The doorknob turned. In walked a tall dame. She stood in the shadows, briefly silhouetted by a lightning strike.
“Detective Knitwise, I need your help.” she whispered. “They are trying to kill me.”
“Please come in and sit down, Miss...?
“Purlington. Errata Purlington,” she said. “But you can call me Errata.”
I knew her type. A dame like her was nothing but problems. On the way to taking my place behind my pattern strewn desk, I moved a granny square afghan off of a chair and motioned for her to sit. My desk lamp illuminated the red eyes of a woman who had been crying for hours.
“Who is trying to kill you?” I asked, as I handed her a hanky knit from the finest lace weight linen. Well, the finest I could afford.
“My siblings,” she replied. “My father just died. He left the entire Purlington Estate to be divided equally between the four of us.”
“Your father is Block Purlington the textile magnate?” I shouted a little more enthusiastically than I should have. If I played my cards right, I could finally buy that cashmere I had my eye on. Not just the blend, the whole goat.
“Yes,” she sniffed, “and now my family members have all turned on each other. The fewer the siblings involved; the bigger their share. It’s simple math, you see, addition by subtraction.
The only addition I was concerned with was the addition to my yarn stash at the end of this fool’s errand.
“So, what do you want from me?” I queried. “My services don’t come cheap.”
“You’ll be paid handsomely from my share of the inheritance. Another reason to keep me safe and alive. My father’s will is going to be read tomorrow night. The reading finalizes the beneficiaries. After that, your job is done.”
“I’m skeptical. It seems too risky for your siblings to target each other. All eyes will be on them. Tell me a little more” I said, grabbing my notebook and pencil.
“There are four of us. Rip is my older brother. He is always going against the rest of us. He’s the yin to our yang. My younger brother, Garter, is the proverbial middle child. He has a little bit in common with all of us and is the family placater. He is also very sneaky. My sister Dee Kay is the youngest. She is a crazy loose cannon and doesn’t have much in common with anyone else. And then there is me.”
I thought for a moment. I needed a case to solve and this could be the easiest money I’d ever made. Maybe this Friday the 13th is going to be my lucky day. How hard is it to keep someone safe from a bunch of spoiled rich kids? It’s gotta be easier than brioche.
Will Slip take the case? Is Errata truly in danger? Brioche? Really?! Find out next time in Chapter 1 of the
Murder Mystery Knit-A-Long.
Gather your own Casefile items and follow the clues along with our intrepid gumshoe.
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