Chapter 18 The Second Tiny House

An excerpt from The Titanium Mysteries Book 1: What Is She Doing Here?

Zelda sighed. She had just left another bad date behind. She cried. She had been living with her girlfriend. Now she needed a new place to live. She went back to her current home and packed up her few belongings. She left the apartment and went to the office.

It was late and she was alone. She stared at the wall screen and thought about everything. She wiped away her tears. She sighed and sent a message to Zeta.

Zeta replied quickly and readily agreed to let Zelda build another tiny house on the property in exchange to help pay for the utilities and upkeep of the property. Zelda answered back that it was a deal. Zelda wasted no time finding out what she needed to get a tiny house built and delivered to the property.

She finished up arrangements and got as comfortable as she could in her chair she went to sleep.

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Zeta smiled. She didn’t want to live alone anymore. She did like having her tiny house to herself. She liked the idea that Zelda would be living there as well in her own tiny house. Of course that would mean that Julian would be around more often. Zeta was looking forward to seeing him again.

She made sure both detectives could get on her property whenever they needed or wanted to.

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Julian was sitting in his studio apartment by himself. His hoverboard was next to the door. He was sitting on the open sofa bed and reread the message on his tablet again. It was clear the landlord was raising the rent again. He looked up and around the small apartment. It wasn’t much to begin with. He sighed.

He would need a new place to live soon. He heard a special sound he had selected for when he received messages from Zeta. He looked at his tablet and found out Zelda was getting a tiny house on Zeta’s property. Julian smiled. The message also said he could now get on the property whenever he needed or wanted to.

He looked up and saw his tent, suitcase, and backpack. He smiled. He didn’t own much. He didn’t own any furniture. That all came with the apartment. What he owned he could pack up in the suitcase and backpack. Then he could take the tent with his blankets and just go. The hoverboard could handle all the weight.

He knew he would be fine. He would just camp out at Zeta’s. He definitely wanted to see her again soon. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind him there if he helped pay utilities and upkeep of the property?