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“Never again,” said Tara, pouring her second black coffee.  “I’m done with these hangovers. You’ll have to find someone else to drink with from now on.”

“You say that every week, Tara.  What are we going to do next? We’re floundering. We don’t even have a plan. Everything we do takes us further away from the case. I don’t even remember what the case is!”

“Here, have some more coffee.  Don’t roll your eyes at me like that, cases are always like this, they always go through this phase.”  Tara wasn’t in the mood for this kind of depressing talk, it was much too complicated. Surely it was simply a matter of drinking another coffee, until everything fell back into place.

“Cases do, do they?” Star asked, “Do they really? And what phase would that be, and how would you know?”

“Snarky tart, yes they do. I’ve been researching things you know, not just swanning around.  We’ve reached the part of the case where nothing makes sense and the investigators don’t know what to do next. It’s an essential part of the process, everyone knows that.  The important thing is not to try and work things out too early. The danger is preconceived ideas, you see,” Tara pontificated, warming to the theme.

“I can assure you that I have no preconceived ideas because I have no clue what’s going to happen next,” replied Star, trying not to roll her eyes too obviously.  She knew from experience not to provoke Tara too much until at least the third cup of coffee.

“Precisely!” Tara said triumphantly. “Now it will all start to come together and make sense. ”

Star didn’t look convinced.  “What are we going to do about the middle aged lady we locked in the wardrobe last night, though?”

“What did we do that for?!” asked Tara in astonishment.

“I can’t remember.  Maybe we thought it was Aunt April?”

“Wait, if Aunt April isn’t in the wardrobe, then where is she?”

“That’s what I”m saying!” cried Star in exasperation. “What do we do next?”