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Chapter 4 by WilltheBoatmaster WilltheBoatmaster

What's next?

A Peach

"A peach, shit. I am shaking in my boots." Ashley spoke to herself. There, on the piece of paper before her, was a picture of a peach. More accurately, it was a very finely detailed picture of a peach. One where pencil stroke and photography blended together into a new, exciting form of art. She glared at it, right before she sniffed it. She put it right next to her nose and took in a big whiff. It smelled delicious! Quite good actually.

"Most thankful threat I've ever read before." She mused. Hell, she was tempted to just mount it onto her wall and let it be. Right until she realized that it was still a threat against a Federal employee. She sighed, straightened her clothes, and kindly picked it up. Thankfully, she had some gloves on, so there shouldn't be any contamination. Ashley passed by Franklin, one of her peers, and tipped a finger. The man was over six-three and was commonly mistaken for a young grizzly bear. He was a dirty-blonde and had a beard that doubled as a beaver den.

"Whatchu got there, Ash?" He spoke. A surprisingly high compared to his build, though not to the point of it being comedic.

"Nothing. Well, actually either of the most polite threat I've ever seen or a gift from the most confused citizen in the town." Ashley replied. Franklin motioned over to see, Ashley complied and Franklin's eyes looked over the peach.

"Damn fine drawing. Nail that in the Louvre and have the Bohemians give their criticisms on it."

"Yeah, but smell this." She put it forward, Franklin shrugged and did so. Once done, his eye was raised in confusion.

"Was I supposed to smell anything?"

"Peach, suppose to be peach."

"Well, right now, all I smell is paper. Did your nose stole all of the smell or what?"

Ashley blinked, then smelled the paper. Franklin was right. No smell at all, the sheriff was a bit miffed. It smelled amazing.

"Must've been that strong. All well, gotta put this into evidence." Ashley waved Franklin off, her hand scratched the seat of her pants. Not too lady-like, but it did feel itchy. Franklin did a playful wolf-whistle and Ashley waved him off.

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