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the voice said. “What is it?” Mr Blackwood asked. “I think you might have gotten yourself a mouse who’s been sniffing around” the voice said. “Then take care of it” Mr Blackwood said. “It’s not as easy as it was back then sir…….the mouse I am talking about is a detective” the voice said. “ A detective?” Mr Blackwood asked. “Yes sir, he was recently transferred and he’s been hell bent on your case…….I don’t know how or where but he got his hands on your product” the voice said.

he said with a straight face as he slammed his palm on the desk causing a shiver up my spine. "I didn't do anything with it. I swear" I uttered in fear. "You did not answer my question. What was in your bag?" his commanding voice really caused fright and chills I gulped then answered in a hoarse voice "Rodenticide sir". "Why? What did you need it for?" the female detective asked showing no emotion. "I swear, I didn't use it. We were having a good time for a couple of days, I had to go back to my hostel to pick up something I had forgot to pack---"

It was a place where the inspector commanded respect and made decisions that could impact lives. The walls, devoid of any artwork or personal mementos, were instead adorned with large, meticulously organized whiteboards, covered in intricate diagrams, timelines, and photographs connected by strands of colored string. The chaotic display mirrored the inspector's mind, a testament to their ability to piece together complex puzzles and connect disparate clues. She caught sight of the drawing of a wolf. She was about to inspect the drawings when Liam pulled her back gently. That wasn't what they were here for.

Lucas was listening, or at least facing her general direction with an expression that could pass for interest. They got in the car. I pulled out. “Mama, Sophie’s hamster got into Mr. Henderson’s desk,” Chloe reported breathlessly. “It chewed through two pencils and a worksheet before anyone found it.” “That’s…impressive,” I managed. “Sophie says hamsters are chaos agents. I agree with her assessment.” Lucas buckled his seatbelt and said nothing. He looked out the window. He’d been quiet all morning, according to Mrs. Falcon’s brief update at pickup—eating, at least, because Chloe had supervised, but quiet.

I said. He looked at me steadily. "Are you okay?" he said. Mouse asking that question was its own kind of signal. He did not ask unless the situation genuinely required him to. "Alert," I said. "The right kind." He nodded. "Good," he said. And went to bed. I sat in the office alone. The document on the desk. The map Mouse had built. The forensic accounting team starting at six AM. The thread inside the federal judiciary that led somewhere not yet visible.

There was no way she was going to be comfortable with the knowledge that she was sharing the same working space with a rodent. “Mouse.” Felix corrected. Then he ducked beneath his table and brought out the Tupperware container with the mouse. He had no idea what to do so he had lined the container with old paper and had fed it a piece of his sandwich. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it. I’m thinking of taking it to a pet store at the end of the day.” He said, more to himself than to Cassie. He pretended not to notice that she had slinked toward her own table once he had made the mouse visible.

In my heart, I harbored a skepticism born from the lessons of a world where trust was a fragile commodity, easily shattered by the machinations of the powerful. As I prepared to embark on this uncertain journey, the wild mouse - loyal little adorable critter it was - seemed to sense the gravity of my decision. It perched on the edge of the table, its small eyes glistening with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. In that fleeting moment, a silent pact was forged – a vow to tread carefully, to navigate the murky waters of intrigue with as much caution as I could. I swear sometimes the sheer awareness that mouse shows creeps me out like heck.

"The security of the tower seems suspicious or trivial, but it's misleading in both cases!" Detective Mohamed sat behind his wide wooden desk, a lit cigarette flickering between his fingers. The smoke rose in lazy swirls, filling the room with a thick fog that intensified the atmosphere, pressing down on anyone who dared enter. His eyes, despite his weariness, were sharp as a blade, as he studied the files piled before him as if they were unsolved puzzles awaiting their solution.

The gesture made her happy since it reminded her of that night. When she looked at Ethan again, he seemed to be having trouble with a question that his focused face turned into a confused frown and he stopped writing to bite the end of his pencil in thought instead. She found the sight adorable and she pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling like a creep. “What’s wrong?” she asked a few moments after when she realized that he was probably going to take some time figuring it out. “That test isn’t going to answer itself even if you stare at it like that”

“Where is Levy’s room, Ma’am?” “Upstairs, the second one,” she answered and I ran quickly then Mrs. Ticcus followed after. I opened the door and found the Detective inspecting the alarm clock. “Oh my God!” Mrs. Ticcus exclaimed in horror upon seeing the bomb. The Detective looked in our direction and settled on my eyes. “Oh, you’re here! May I have my glasses for a minute?” “Yeah, of course,” I replied then handed the item over. She wore it and clicked the scanner button.