Sonic x Tails: "Loose Ends"

Loose Ends

Late on a rainy summer night, Sonic was getting worked up in an interrogation room. It was a small, dimly lit, windowless room in the back of a rented office in a building on a busy street in Crisis City. On the front door of the office, the frosted window is inscribed with the words "S, T & A: Private Investigators".

In the interrogation room, Sonic is getting frustrated as he paces the floor. He stops, lights another cigarette, and drags up a chair. "You're not exactly being cooperative right now, are you?", he says as he sits down.

On the other side of a small, folding table, Shadow is seated. "I'm being as cooperative as I can, sir" he says spitefully with an ambivalent look on his face.

Sonic lets out a sigh. "Why?", he asks, rubbing his red eyes. "Why are you being so difficult? Just tell me what you know!"

Shadow leans forward and says "I'll tell you what I know then. People are dead, and you're wasting your time here with me".

Sonic's exhausted frustration turns to raging anger. As he stands up quickly, he says "we know you're connected to the crime in some way. We found your name and all of your information on one of the assassins. So stop playing dumb".

Shadow leans back calmly and says "it's unfair to be on uneven playing fields, don't you think? Maybe you could tell me what happened. Then maybe I could shed some light on the situation".

"If it's all the same with you, I'll be asking the questions here", Sonic grumbles as he leans on the table, "but allow me to refresh your memory".

Sonic's P.O.V.

It was the night of April 27th, 1952. We got an anonymous tip about some suspicious murders. I leaned back in my office chair and turned to my assistant, Tails. "Any new information?", I asked.

Tails tossed me a folder containing all the info we gathered on the case. He replied "a string of murders on 9th Street, between the hours of 12:00am to 3:00am. Two bodies, both shot dead".

"That's two today, one yesterday, and two last week", I mumbled as I scanned through the folder. "Five in total. All within the same time frame, and all of them shot in the head with a .38 caliber pistol. Are there any other connections between the victims?", I asked.

"Not that I can tell", replied Tails sardonically, "but I'm no detective".

Just then Amy walked in. "I have a connection for you", she exclaimed. "All the victims were wealthy men who frequented a bar owned by a Mr. Shadow". Tails rolled his eyes and left my office. Once he was far enough away, Amy stepped closer.

"I don't trust him", she said. "He seems suspicious".

I crossed my arms and leaned back, saying "as far as I'm concerned, all he's done was help us".

"I don't know, something about him seems off", Amy whispered, watching the door to make sure Tails didn't return.

"Well, I'll deal with that later. For now, let's go check out this bar", I said. But Amy had other ideas. She wouldn't be satisfied until she got to the bottom of her suspicions. Ugh, I should never have let her go to Tails' apartment alone. I haven't heard from her since.

Anyway, I walked into the bar and looked around. Above the din of the crowded, smoky bar a voice broke my concentration. "Hey!" it said. I looked toward a table with an echidna seated there. He said, "are you new here?"