Private Investigation: The Essentials [Monday, Period Four]

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The workshop today was meeting in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like a city alleyway. Standing at one end were Jake and a disheveled looking man who smelled vaguely of canned ham.

"Okay, kiddies!" Jake clapped his hands. "Last class, so we're gonna be working on something every good detective needs: a good snitch."

"'Scuse me, b'y, but I prefers the term 'information broker'," the disheveled man spoke up.

"Whatever," Jake rolled his eyes. "So here's what you know: last night at approximately 11:00pm, someone broke into the pet store and stole all the kittens." A cat burglar, yes. "Finn here happened to be standin' across the street and might've overheard a thing or two. S'your job to figure out how to gets him to tell you what that is. Good luck."

Dealing with snitches, Jake felt, wasn't really something that could be taught. It could only be learned by doing. So the little nippers were gonna get thrown to the sharks... well. Shark. Canned-meat-smelling shark.

[ooc: OCD up!]