"Stormy Night" Case, Item #200-01: Journal Entry

Unicorn came in today. Smelled like licorice. High class, pushy obnoxious type
Manehatten excels at. Except not pushy. Scared. Said her daughter had disappeared,
showed a picture.

Was already going through standard missing persons contract when she mentioned
daughter seen talking to dust-brown unicorn, showing her strange book. No warning,
just gone suddenly, three days later.

This makes fifth time this year this story has walked in my door. Last four had no
leads, couldn't pay. Bad combination. I'm sympathetic, my bookies aren't.

This one could pay. Ripped off check with whole family of zeros. Trusted it. Anyone
with that haircut not going to bounce check.

Had lead too. Postcard from Appleloosa, blank, daughter's handwriting on the address.

Took the case. Time to find out what this dusty bastard is up to. Maybe I can afford
light that doesn't keep flickering.