The Electric Detective Traditional Cache

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Marko Ramius: Based on recent logs, it appears that this cache and/or the cache owner are MIA. Accordingly, I am archiving the listing to remove it from search pages and to allow for new caches in this area. If you would like to correct the issues for this cache, you can either create a new cache page or send me an e-mail with the GCxxxx code for this cache listing and I will un-archive it and review it again.

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Hidden : 8/13/2009
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Geocache Description:


She slithered into my office like a snake on ice.

"I need you to find a geocache." Her voice was warm and deep as a canyon fire.

"You don't look like you'd need any help in that department, sweetheart", I replied.

"You don't understand. That S.O.B. is hard to find" She looked about as heartbroken as a prom queen in the homecoming parade.

"That S.O.B. got a name?"

"It's the Electric, Electric Detective."

She didn't look like the type to be playing the geocache game with any Bloom, either. I left that unsaid.

"This Electric Detective - tell me about it; terrain, size, coloring, any distinguishing features."

"It's in a clear container, small but not too small, contains a log, and a foreign coin. No distinguishing features except it doesn't hang around the streets, and likes to be near sources of power."

"And it's hard to find. That the only reason you want to find it?"

"Of course. That's the only reason", she lied. I knew she was lying. She looked directly at me, projecting sincerity like a silent movie star.

"OK. When and where did you last see it?"

"Night before last, at my apartment."

I knew I couldn't trust her as far as I could throw the Golden Gate bridge, but she was getting to me. Maybe it was those big brown eyes or that husky voice. Maybe it was those long legs, cased in silk stockings with a seam that went straight up the back.

Sucker. P. T. Barnum had it right, there's one born every minute.

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