Dr. Vapor leaned over his fifth glass of Glarfan Ale. “I killed someone once.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, eyes wide.

Vapor nodded. “It’s true. A girl from Flerdill province.”

“Why?”

“She was naughty,” Vapor said. “Extortion, blackmail, and… beauty. But never so beautiful as you.”

Sarah giggled. “I heard no weapon was found.”

“I used one of my Vapor spears. Hard as rock for an hour then *poof* dissolves into thin air.”

Vapor laughed, then suddenly sat up. “Wait. How did you know which murder-”

Sarah tapped her badge on the table and held up a pair of cuffs.

“I guessed.”