Novel & Cerita Ace Ventura: Pet Detective Lois Einhorn

CHAPTER 22 /NATHAN/ The morning sun streamed through the bare windows of my living room, lighting up the dust motes hovering over my cardboard boxes. The apartment looked completely different from how it did a month ago. The posters were rolled up, the kitchen counters were entirely wiped down, and everything I owned was taped up inside brown boxes. In two days, I was moving to Silicon Valley to start my position at SiporaTech.

She turned and walked towards the entrance of the apartment complex, leaving Levi standing alone on the sidewalk, watching her go. She entered the lobby, a small, sparsely furnished space with a linoleum floor and a faded floral couch. The air smelled faintly of bleach and stale coffee. She walked to the front desk, a small window behind which sat a woman with tired eyes and a nametag that read “Brenda.” "I'm Brianna Wilson," she said, sliding her ID across the counter. "I'm here to pick up my keys for apartment 204." Brenda glanced at the ID, then rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a set of keys attached to a large, plastic fob. She handed them to Brianna, her expression neutral.

He runs happily on the grass and even rolls around on it, You can clearly see the happiness on his face, and I don't know why, but I'm already in tears here, tears of joy, because he looks like a bird in a birdcage who has finally been set free. "Look! Look! Luno! Green! Plowels and tlees, hahaha!" He said this to me as he pointed to the flowers and trees. I carried him, and we picked some flowers; it's all white roses here instead of all red roses in the front yard. "Come! Let's go to the beach; it's much nicer there." He nodded and hugged me even tighter. Oh ho, now I already have your trust! We're friends now! Yey!

Just as she was about to call out, an elderly man with silver hair and a brown sweater walked out from one of the rooms. He looked surprised to see her. “Good evening, miss,” he said kindly. “My name is Mr. Elric. Can I help you with something?” Sylvania took a deep breath. “Yes… I hope so. I’m looking for my dog. He’s been missing for days. Someone texted me saying they saw a dog like mine near this place.” Mr. Elric’s face softened a little. “Then you may have come to the right place. This place is known for helping reunite lost pets with their owners. We do it for free, always.”

When Leo was in his apartment, sleeping quite deep already, he suddenly heard the phone ringing, then woke up and with his eyes half asleep noticed that it was a call from the pre-trial detention facility that 'Mad Dog' had recently been sent to. The clock showed it was exactly 5 minutes past midnight. - Is that some new 'devil hour' or what?- Leo asked himself, and picked up the call.- Hello, this is detective Leopold Evans, what is it?- he said, putting the phone to his ear.

I didn't go to the Thorne mansion. Not yet atleast. Reckless people die. Smart people prepare. That the kind of mentality i have. To me i think thats a good type of mentality. I went to a woman named Detective Maya Ross, the only cop in the city who hadn't been bought by the Thorne family. A kind of cop who worked out of a cramped office above a laundromat, surrounded by files and the smell of coffee. "Elara Vance," she said when I walked in. "I've been expecting you."

Inside, he saw Ethan in a blue shirt and black dress pants, standing by the expansive window with one hand in his pocket. With a stern look, Ethan said into the phone, "...What kind of game are you trying to play this time?" "Mr. Arnold?" an unfamiliar voice asked. Ethan's eyebrows came together in confusion. "Who are you?" The voice answered, "I'm Officer Hoover from the Ventropolis Police Department. Donna Jolie, from the Ventropolis Seventh Mental Hospital, hurt someone there. We were chasing her when a big truck hit her car, and it went off a cliff. We found her phone, and it was connected to your call."

He slowly makes his way to the mantle while I grab my shoes from the bedroom. “Is that Evan Peterson?” he asks from the other room. I stop at his question. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is?” I quickly put on my heels. The sooner we leave, the less he can ask about Evan. “How is the old bigshot lawyer? Still defending sleaze bags?”

Walking down the hall, I caught sight of flashlights upstairs, and slowly I crept closer to the stairwell, homing in on the voices in the distance. "I don't understand why he would do this." I recognized the croaky voice belonging to Lois Sandoval, Amelia Bernard's aunt, dean of the university, and the knot growing in my stomach told me she was probably upset about me, but What's with the flashlights? I swallowed the lump in my throat, prepared to take the full brunt of her wrath. I had fired her niece hours ago without talking to her first. With a heavy intake, I walked up the stairs rounding the corner. A flash of light blasted me, and I stumbled back, shielding my eyes.

Dante smiled and relaxed back in the seat. "So, what's going on between you and your pet?" Valerie asked. Dante looked at him in confusion. "Nothing is going on" he answered. "What do you mean nothing?" he asked. "Nothing is going on" Dante replied. "Don't you find her attractive?" Valerie asked. "of course I do, but I am not going to make her sleep with me just because I bought her, it has to be her choice" Valerie looked at him and shook his head in pity.