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Nothing seemed out of place as Jack walked through his front door after wading through a mountain of paperwork. Something wasn't quite right either as he closed his door. He turned the hall light on and did a quick scan of the hallway as he removed his overcoat and hat placing them on their hooks. Something was off he thought as he loosened his tie and suit jacket as he headed to his bedroom. That when he saw it out of the corner of his eye as he past the kitchen. There on the table propped up on jar of flowers was a cream and gold envelope. Jack placed his folded suit jacket from his arm to the back of the chair before reaching for that envelope which simply said Jack. He recognised that handwriting immediately and cursed under his breath' God,that women will be the death of me'. He opened it carefully and a hint of French perfume greeted him. He pinched the bridge of his nose with the other hand before removing the note. He unfold it and began to read.
Jack,
As well read as a man as you are I thought you might like a change from hot milk and Zane Grey and to be honest I am not sure if this is above board.
I have also left a more suitable beverage
P.
He pinched the bridge of his nose again then looked around the kitchen for the book and suitable beverage. Finding nothing he head back out of the kitchen headed to his study opening the door and turning the light on to see anything was there. Nothing. He cursed under breath again' that women broke into my house and left me a book and suitable beverage. He racked his brain trying to work out what the book and suitable beverage might be.
Did she drop any clues when she breezed in and then out of the station this afternoon. No she would be too smart for that. Turning the study light off and closing the door Jack walked into his bedroom. He turned the light on and scanned the room as he removed tie from his collar loosening the top two buttons.
Jack was getting increasingly frustrated racking his tired brain for the location of Miss Fisher's gift. 'Maybe after a shower some food I will able to crack this little puzzle' said Jack to himself heading out of his room and into the bathroom.
After his shower Jack heads back to his kitchen to make a sandwich. As he is leaving the kitchen something catches his eye through the partly open parlour door. Walking across the door pushing it open and searching for the light while balancing his plate of food. Moving to the side table he placed his plate down and notices that there is another book on the side table. Opening it another note flutters out and to the ground. Jack picks it up and read
Jack, you might have to arrest yourself when you are finished.
Jack looks back at the book and flicks to the title page. Lady Chatterley's lover D H Lawrence. "That women will be the death of me" Jack mutters to himself. In that moment Jack remembers an exchange a few weeks ago during a case with a young boy who employed Miss Fisher to find his brother. Looking at his drinks cart he noticed a new bottle. Closing the book he moves towards and picks it up to study the label. A centaur with a bow and arrow and the brand Remy Martin.Jack rolls his eyes opening the bottle and half fills the glass. Cognac of course what else would be suitable for this book. Jack sits on the couch placing his drink next to the book pile and grabs his sandwich taking a bite out of it. What have I got myself into.