“This is it, the Hunt & Peck,” Sgt. Dis Connect said.
He opened the door and let Grammar Smith walk in before him.
Grammar peered across the dim barroom. There wasn’t much going on. A few Oxford commas were in the corner, hunched over their drinks, commiserating over their lot. Slumped at the bar, nursing a cocktail, was Grammar’s prey.
“Henrietta Hyphen?” Grammar asked as she and Dis approached the bar.
“Who wants to know?”
“I’m Inspector Grammar Smith of the Department of English Language Offenses. This is Sgt. Dis Connect.” They flashed their badges.
“We’d like you to come down to the station to have a chat,” Grammar continued.
“Why?” Ms. Hyphen wasn’t exactly belligerent; she was just strongly uncooperative.
“We’ve had a complaint that you assaulted a news reporter.”
“Are you kidding me?! She actually filed a complaint? That idiot was making my life miserable. She couldn’t decide…
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