![]() ![]() 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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