The Evidence Speaks

Under the microscope, every clue aligns: the loop-patterned print, the crimson fiber, the worn heel tread — all point to Mr. Hollis, the assistant groundskeeper. Officers find the violin tucked beneath burlap in the toolshed, exactly where your evidence predicted.

Your instructor pins a silver badge to your collar. "Science closed this case, Detective Park." You smile. Your very first.