They used an easy cipher requiring only card stock and a knowledge of 80s American family sitcoms. It was so simple the first lead investigator was too late for them but their connection was early so they caught it.
The investigators knew their business. Their last known address was a tourist motel across the street from a gothic cathedral.
An accomplice rode their torpedo motorcycle from the scene.
Philip (number 11: the Florist) investigated. the singular lead to their whereabouts was a parking ticket but the plates came up stolen two nights ago from a caterpillar scooter.
The plates smelled of coriander leaves and burnt honey. It was on the tip of a fleeting memory, caramelised onions and sharp chutney on the tongue.
In time, it would rise.
