The body was still warm. The cupcake, less so.
Felix crouched next to it, licking frosting off his finger. “Vanilla bean,” he murmured. “Criminally underrated.”
Detective Hart stared at him. “Felix. Why are you always first to the scene?”
Felix blinked innocently. “Because I care, detective. About justice. Also, I had a hunch. Also-also, I may have followed the scream.”
The knife was sticking out of the victim’s back. Felix pointed. “You’ve got to admire the symmetry, though. Very artistic.
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