Quentin sprinted around the corner chasing the tall figure into an alley. Quentin, feeling confident he had cornered the person, was utterly surprised when the figure started up the fire escape going up towards the roof. Quentin ran up the stairs in a last attempt to catch them. When Quentin finally reached the roof the person had taken off their hood and was laughing as hard as they could while also catching their breath.
“Wow Quentin, it took you a mile to catch up with me,” they said, “You are so out of shape.”
“Sorry Rebecca, it’s not my fault you’re super buff,” Quentin retorted, smiling.
“Well that’s the end of your training, but as soon as we get back to the office I’m calling the gym,” Rebecca replied.
“Why?”
“To sign you up for a membership so maybe you’ll go once in a while.” Quentin’s phone rang and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket. “This is Quentin of The Pink Katydid detective agency,” he said. Quentin was silent for a moment, and then put his phone back in his pocket. Rebecca looked at him quizzically until he stated “We’ve got a client meeting us at the office in half an hour.”
