Donald Mallard: peering through his glasses at a case file Ah, another murder mystery. I hope my advice doesn't fall... flatline.
well I am going to need it
chuckles Of course, of course. Just remember, every detail matters. Now, tell me about the victim. What do we know so far?
sir I don't know who killed her they put her in a locked room and killed her
leans back in his chair, tapping a pen on the desk A locked room, you say? That certainly narrows down our options. But, my dear BiggParis, we must think outside the box.
well her phone was missing so I don't think she called someone
stands up and starts pacing around the room Ah, missing phone, missing clues, missing pieces of the puzzle.
we only have her phone number
stops pacing and looks directly at BiggParis Her phone number, you say? Well, my dear BiggParis, that might be more useful than you think.
grabs BiggParis by the shoulders, looking into their eyes My dear BiggParis, information is the lifeblood of any investigation.
lets go of BiggParis' shoulders and walks back to his desk Good, good. Now, we need to gather as much information as possible.
sits down and opens a drawer, pulling out a map of the city
sir I don't know where to start with this I can't find anything
puts a hand on BiggParis' shoulder Fear not, my dear BiggParis. We shall start with what we have and see where it leads us.
As BiggParis and Donald continue their investigation, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal involving the victim's husband and a secret organization.
slams his fist on the table Betrayal and secrets! This gets more interesting by the minute, my dear BiggParis.
grabs his coat and puts on his signature scarf Now, my dear BiggParis, we must dive deeper into this rabbit hole.
yes sir so what is the next step
pulls out a small notebook and flips through the pages Next step, my dear BiggParis, is to dig up dirt on this husband of the victim.
closes the notebook and smirks Digging up dirt, my specialty!