Case 43: Part 1

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Entry posted by carpenter7 · February 5, 2011

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My name is Falk, Ryan Falk. I live in Radiant, the city by the sea.

I worked for the Feds during prohibition. Yes I was an agent, no I am not any more. I was an accountant - a researcher. I was and am good at putting the pieces together; my work helped put Capone behind bars when the guns couldn't. Now I work on the 5th floor of the Morrison Building on 9th Street. You can see it here:

The Central Library is just behind my building, I spend even more time there. Did I mention what I do? I left the agency a few years back and started out on my own, a little detective agency. I work mostly on retainer for the police when their first string quarterbacks are out of plays or out of players. So that should bring you up to date without all the bells and whistles.

Last Thursday I was sitting in my office, blinds drawn, papers strewn, and a cold one at my elbow. My secretary's name is Charlotte, a quiet kind of girl, keeps her drama to herself. I heard her talking to an impatient voice in the outter room around 5pm that evening: always a good sign that my night blown like a spent tire and I wont be going anywhere. She enters with Sergent Banner of the RPD hot on her heels, like a dam bursting all over my hopes for a quiet evening. The Sergent sits and spills his story, Charlotte retreats to her desk. Apparently 4 people have gone missing from the city's water control center over the course of a week. I ask him why they need me. He replies that aside from working together there really isn't any connection between the 4 employees that they can find, they want me to do some digging. He wants me to come see the place - now. I drain my beer, let Charlotte go home early and ride with Banner to the site.

The Sergent fills me in on the way. Supervisor called in after a 4th employee didn't show for work. Later blood was found in the basement. "How long had it been there?" I asked.

"Not sure, MO says at least a couple days," Replied Banner.

"The black and whites are there in force when I arrive, I talk with the supervisor and check out the basement. It's a maze worthy of Daedalus down there. Miles of dank passageways and pipes cover the city like a spiderweb that converges on the control center. I scribble some notes and nod goodbye to the cop at the door. A short tram ride later I'm home.