Diary of an Aspiring Sleuth

Mysteriouser and mysteriouser...
Mysteriouser and mysteriouser...

Dear Diary,

I don't have to tell you how long I've wanted to be an international super secret agent. This week, I let my sleuthiness out for the first time. And I loved it. So much that I even made a new Christmas list: Large(r) sunglasses, a fedora, a trench coat, a false-bottomed suitcase, a second passport and—just in case I reverse my stance on gun ownership between now and December 25—a Walther PPK. I hope Santa gets the message in time, because a thesaurus and a computer-sized messenger bag really don't seem as exciting anymore.

Out of the way, Bond. Here I come.


Alibi Agent J.