It was 3:15pm, and the forecast didn't look good, and Dick had forgotten his umbrella. Not fatal to the case at hand, but enough of an annoyance while wading through the list of suspects. Slowly or Quickly, narrowing them down, leading to an arrest. Hopefully. But who would be so brazen as to commit these heinous crimes? Who would dare use fish in such a way that defiles the human body? Who could lead Dick on this wild goose chase and not be able to own an iPhone because villains can't have iPhones in the media? Listen on. Or don't. It's up to you, really.

9:55, and a mist rolled in from the lounge room as Dick and Petra questioned the enormous character of Cecil Lardbottom. Between him and Pierre and the tongs or thongs, Dick was hoping to close the case up tighter than an overloaded burrito at a pop-up burrito stand. But like every aspect of this case, nothing is quite as it seems.

So, Dick's next lead lay dead on the slab in Doc's room. Or at least his head. Who had killed Ernest Nutpucker, and why had he ordered a
large quantity of fish fingers? It was late, and Dick had yet another dead end or end dead....But who should enter the scene, adding another layer of information? Just the resident etcher and her absurdly good sense of hearing.

Cecil Lardbottom, what was he hiding? What could he hide? Only too much or perhaps nothing at all. Dick and Petra endeavour to wrap up their line of questioning only to get drawn into Doc's world of corpses, food and other delicious morsels of information. Will this latest body hold clues to our fishy murderer? Will Doc master the art of baking up pastries? Will Petra question why she wanted to be a detective under a man known as Dick? Listen on to find out.

5:15 on a wet afternoon. It hadn't rained; it was just wet. Dick Clever enters Pierre Pousson's famous bakery to question Pierre himself. Confronting him over the fish finger packet and the Cod Piece Murders. Will he deny the undeniable? Or will the undeniable need to be denied? It's all rather confusing and befuddling, but at least Petra is having a good time.

With Regina about to spill the beans, the ham and several different condiments, the case was finally getting the lead it deserved. Or needed. Or something. She had seen the Urologist to the Stars, Red Tinkles, the day before his brutal murder. And in that very office, there was a packet from a fish finger, from the renowned gourmet chef, Pierre Pousson. Would he spill the beans? Or clam up? Wave the white flag or see red at such accusations? There was only one way to find out. And it did not involve making mad passionate love. Much to the disappointment of pretty much everyone.

A new clue, and it doesn't involve Colonel Mustard, a blue piñata, and ten gallons of olive oil. It does, however, help connect the dots to the murder weapon and the potential owner of the potential weapon. Or a definite weapon. We all know it's a cod piece. A fish finger. A piece of fish with crumbs all over them. We just don't know which sick son of a gun is doing it.

8:20 on a morning where you could cut the fog with a spoon and dish it up to unsuspecting children, Dick found himself in an alleyway. And like most alleyways, there was a body. And Adhere. He seems to hang around Alleyways a lot. And bars. And circus tents. Anyway, with a new body comes a new lead, and a new lead can lead to other leads that can lead to answers or dead ends that bring us back to alleyways.