"Mews! Get that flying rodent off my beard!" At this, Quigley hopped away from McBain as the DJ struggled to regain his composure. "Good grief, what is going on?" McBain asked. Quigley hopped down from the stairs in the building lobby and looked at Mews.
"I thought he was going to attack you Mews," Quigley said.
"Attack Mews! You're crazy, one crazy bird," McBain said smoothing out his mustache.
"So why are you wearing a hooded coat and sneaking around Mews' building?" Quigley asked.
"I'm wearing this hood so I don't get hassled-but apparently that doesn't work. Should I have to explain myself Mews?"
"No," Mews said looking at Quigley. "Quigs, we had an impromptu meeting today-simple as that. McBain has some new information for us," Mews said as Quigley avoided eye contact. "Why don't we step inside and forget that this all happened," Mews said taking the lead.
"Easy for you to say Mews," McBain said glaring at Quigley. "You aren't the one getting attacked every other day."
While Mews has been busy conducting interviews, Quigley has been busy trailing McBain and Mews in hopes of exposing their stalkers. Quigley quietly hopped from tree branch to tree branch, power line to roof top when he spotted a cloaked figure emerging from an alley way as Mews wrestled with an armful of grocery bags and library books on the sidewalk near his building. Quigley waited until Mews opened the door of the building to swoop in and peck the cloaked figure out of their hooded garments only to finally reveal a familiar looking face...
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