Agents of H.A.R.E. Chapter 4 -- The Sniff Test

Revenge was sweet alright, but now we were at a dead end. Agents Yuri and Knut glanced at each other and then looked to me as team leader. “How can we find She Who Seeks now?”

“We’ve got to bring in the Big Gun,” I said. “Or, in this case, the Big Nose.” One quick phone call later and a small black-and-brown dog materialized in the bar. “This is Agent Buster Borghese of H.A.R.E.’s Reconnaissance Division. Best tracker in the biz. There’s no one he can’t find.”

“How can he track She Who Seeks when we don’t have any items with her scent?” HRH Spayed wasn’t a clever dick private eye for nothing.

I grabbed Dudo’s bar rag off the counter. “Buster’s going to track Dudo instead. I’m positive that little feline fink will make a beeline right to our missing consiglieri.”

Buster Borghese lived up to his reputation and then some. We followed him as he sniffed his way in the dark down every grimy skid row street, past every drug dealer and scumbag in the city. He led us around the heavily-secured downtown courthouse until we found ourselves in “Shysters’ Row” where all the fancy-schmancy office towers of the legal profession were located.

Then, without further ado, we Agents of H.A.R.E. and HRH Spayed found ourselves face-to-face with the nefarious She Who Seeks in her plush, penthouse law office headquarters of the Translesbigay Mafia.

 

“WTF do YOU losers want?” She Who Seeks yelled as she adjusted the Karmic Crystal of Justice hanging around her neck. “Get the hell out of my office right now . . . OR ELSE!”

[Story © Tundra Bunny and Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.

Art and photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2024.

You can visit Buster Borghese at A Day With The Mistress Borghese]