Banana Jones and The Case of the Silver Dunes
The gate opened before she could even enter the code. Although a bit startled, Banana Jones smiled as she noticed an older woman with flaxen hair and a genial smile waving her forward. "Checking in, sweetie?" she said with sweet southern charm. "Yes, ma'am", Jones replied and was directed to park and have a wonderful stay. "I think I'm going to like it here", Jones said to herself.
A long week of sex therapisting had led Banana Jones to seek out this oasis called Silver Dunes. She was tired of listening to the penchants and proclivities of her clients, and looked forward to a few days of seclusion, sand, sun and of course pet detectivery. She walked into the room and was greeted by a cute living space, kitchen, 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Not overly large but clean and capable of hosting 2 couples comfortably. "Not that I'll need it" mused Banana out loud. "Haha, unless I pick up a horse case, or someone's missing a couple otters. I'd probably let them use the spare room." Banana Jones chuckled out loud at her jokes because everyone knows that despite their cute outward demeanor, otters are terrible roommates.
After mixing up a pitcher of pina coladas in the well-stocked and sized for one kitchen, Banana Jones made her way to a cute double patio that had sliding doors from the living room and one of the rooms. She took a seat, looked out over the pool and a large expanse of grass, and could make out a bit of the ocean over the dunes. "I wouldn't say they were silver, but they ARE a beautiful shade of white. Unit 6 was a good choice, Banana. Now what's next?" Banana took a stroll across the soft grass and came to the beach. Pay for play chairs were lined up in rows so she took a seat behind them because she knew that these private beaches had policies against the "bring your own folks" blocking the view of the "richies". To her surprise, the chair attendant by the name of George approached her to let her know that they left a stretch of prime ocean front sand just for the folks that don't want to rent chairs. "This place gets better and better".
Noticing George's kind nature and eagerness to have a conversation, Banana jumped on the opportunity to find a lead. "So, George...I know this might sound crazy, but I'm a Pet Detective. I look for chances to thwart pet and animal crimes. Have you seen anything...fishy around here lately?" George let out a guffaw at the terrible pun but then got serious and said "There HAS been a suspicious manatee cruising up and down the beach lately. I'm not sure what he's up to but Silver Dunes has a specific policy against drifters". With a knowing nod, Banana responded "I'll take the case, but you gotta trust me while I catch some rays and gather more intel. This kind of thing has to be done porpisefully".
After a few hours on the beach, Jones decided it was time to catch a bite to eat and maybe look for some clues. Always trusting the K9 sense of Yelp reviews, she decided on Boshamps and got cleaned up for a night of food and detectivery. (Update to follow and Part 2 can be found in my review of Boshamp's) read more