A Perfect Crime (TWS)

I nearly slapped myself. I hadn't picked out my disguise yet.

And as it turned out, my disguise closet was rather bare. Mostly from pawning them off to make last month's rent. All I had was my scuba suit.

But I could make that work. Obviously I'd gotten in by water, and in fact my unauthorized voyage into the city had happened tonight. I grabbed the scuba gear, and a dose of particularly sewage-smelling perfume for authenticity, then I drove off and parked a few blocks away from the Crone's place. Couldn't show up in a police-licensed vehicle, after all.

So I got my gear together and sprayed on the stink, then made my way to the back door of the club. I knocked on the door, and two suspicious eyes greeted me through the peephole.

"What's that smell?" the eyes asked suspiciously.

"Took a detour through the sewers. I need to see the owner of this entirely legitimate establishment. It's very important."

"No one sees the Crone without an appointment," the eyes snarled back. "And in your case, probably a shower."

This wasn't good. I didn't have time to deal with criminal bureaucracy, but I also didn't have the money to bribe my way past it.

So how was I going to get in and find out what the Crone was up to?