1
The Newspaper Article
It was a slow day, like it always is for a detective. I breathed a heavy sigh, shifting in my seat, feet propped up on the desk. The slow rumble of a passing car was the only sound to be heard in the backstreets of Manhattan, New York. I got up, Streched my hands and yawned. It was time to get my 5:00 coffee break just before closeup at 5:30. I opened the door. Golden afternoon sunlight spread over my suade trenchcoat reflecting on my polished black shoes.
"Good afternoon Mr. Spears," said the lady behind the counter in her usual sing song voice."The usual?"
"Marla," I said, "You know the mix, let's see what you can brew."
She smiled and turned to the coffee machnine as I sat down on the bar chair, and slumped down on the counter. Marla walked over and handed me the mug. I took it, and took a sip. Looking back up at her, I merely said,
"Perfect."
and picked up the newspaper. Staring at the headlines, my eyes caught one interesting title. It read:
"Over the bridge, in the heart of the city, a formerly inprisoned Criminal Mastermind just escaped from jail due to an explosion just last afternoon. it seems that there were no records of his appearence, but we do know that he released some of his fellow jail members. He is said to be part of a secret organization called the Rancaid Corps. This man is a master of disguise and could be anyone. Look for anything suspicious."
My eyes widened at the thought as they raced across the article for details. I frowned. They were covering something up. There had to be more information than this. I put the coffee down and put my tab on the counter.
"Leaving already?" Marla asked.
"Yes," I said. "I'm going to work."
She smiled and turned back to the coffee machine.
