Golden Egg

"Golden egg," he said.


"Yeah," Moe agreed, "that's what I thought."


"Is that some kind of odd cop lingo?" Sarah asked.


Karl smirked, "Two guys are talking about birds and stuff. One guy says to the other - golden gooses are real. The other guy says, no way. Golden gooses are fable. Don't exist. First guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a golden egg. Second guy says - don't mean there's a golden goose. First agrees but says sure, but where did I get the egg from?"


Sarah looked blankly, "that's like the worst punch line ever."


"Not a joke," Moe said, "it's a concept of evidence."


"Sorry?"


"We can't prove any Faracil was stolen," Karl continued, "But we know something really, really odd happened to Moe here. He's the golden egg."


"Except Walther," Moe said, "didn't seem to see it that way."


"So he didn't really ask where the golden goose was," Sarah said.


"Right," Moe said, "he was saying there was no golden egg. And the only people who aren't interested in the question."


"Are the people," Karl finished, "who already know the answer."


"Plus no vinegar," Sarah added.


"OK," Karl said, "I thought the golden egg bit was an odd duck."

Hard push today, after getting bogged back down with some work stuff. I was 4,000 words behind and am now 300 - but I feel like I'm writing myself into a corner so it's probably best to stop and watch a little Robot Chicken.