#16: Boarding Brothers:

Drake woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes wafting through his brother’s small apartment. Rolling off the sofa, he yawned, stretched, removed his retainer and slid into his slippers. Over in the kitchen, Jake was at the stove.

“Morning bro, you sleep well?”

Drake nodded. Actually, his neck was quite stiff, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“I think Nickelby went out for a walk, he seemed pretty stoked that someone else was making breakfast.”
Jake served up the pancakes and the brothers sat down to eat.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” asked Jake.

“I’ll head down to the police station; see if I can have a word with some of our friends regarding the whereabouts of their leader.”

“Sweet,” said Jake. “Well, I better make tracks, gotta get ready for the lunch rush. Good luck with your investigation, Sherlock.”

Drake would have replied, but he was busy devouring the pancakes as though they could be snatched away from him at any second....