Door Number Four (49)

“Why are you out here in the middle of the countryside?” Amanda asked.

Blackbeard smiled. “I could ask you exactly the same thing.”

“I’m here on business.” She said.

The beard bristled and Amanda watched as the mouth twitched. “You know our officers found the strangest thing this morning. A dead citizen in his own home. Murdered, it would seem, by someone carrying a pistol. If I recall correctly the first time we met you were carrying a pistol, do you still have it?”

“No, it was lost, recentl...