Shoving the pizza off my desk and onto the floor, I located my phone and called Transoceanic Airways, making a reservation on the first flight to Comoros.Įven though Africa was stiflingly hot, I didn't waste time. This was my chance for the big time! Nailing one of Carmen Sandiego's people would make me front-page news. According to the message, a female suspect had been seen in Moroni, Comoros, in possession of a sultan's stolen perfume bottle. I leaped from my chair, spilling hot chocolate on the latest issue of Detective's Monthly, and grasped the printed sheet that was even now ejecting from the printer. From the casebook of Clay "Red Eye" Walnum, Private Investigator:Īt 5:00 a.m., Friday morning, July 29, I sat in my dingy office, laying waste to a breakfast of cold pepperoni pizza and hot chocolate, when my computer's message light flashed.
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