“Yeah so I asked you guys to take care of this case because I know someone your boss knew gave us the cartridge and I remember him saying that he’d handle anything that was up with it.” Professor Groom said, a slight Bostonian accent touching his lips.
“Someone he knew? I-I mean, oh yeah.” Four coughed. ” Professor Whalen said something about a weird poem being left in the console room?”
“It’s kind of a conundrum.” He said as he handed them a scrap of paper.
Five leaned over Four’s shoulder to read it over.
It read: Deep inside this dark ride through 8-bit noir, there are roads to bind in images that memory forgot. Enjoy the ride and drive careful.
“What does it mean?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But whatever it is, it’s creepy.”
“Is there anything else you can tell us?”
“I sent your boss a video saying everything I knew. Did he not show it to you?”
Four shook his head. “It must have slipped his mind.”
“Well, then, our intern Mike scanned the cartridge in and I went to go play it. All that was left was that weird note. Then whoever took it sent me another one saying that there was stuff embedded within it.”
“Did you take it?” Five asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Me? Why would I- That’s silly. I-I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t have contacted you if I did.” Professor Groom said hurriedly.
“Hmm,” Five said, looking him up and down. “Or that’s what you want us to think.”
“Sorry, professor. We’re just trying to get a handle on things. Anyone can be a suspect. Anyone on the campus.” Four said, putting his hand on Five’s arm. “What about your intern, Mike?”
“He’s over there typing away.” Jim sighed, rubbing his eyes from underneath his glasses.
The two council members moved towards the young man who immediately looked up at them curiously. He narrowed his eyes before reigning in his features.
“You must be Mike, the intern.” Four smiled. “I’m….Foreman and this is my friend….Chase. We were wondering if you could tell us about the Night Driver that you inventoried. It went missing, correct?”
“Yeah but I don’t know why you’re asking me. Professor Groom knows more about it. I just wrote down that I got it and put it in the living room.”
“So, there was no one strange in the living room that seemed kind of shady? No one that looked like they would take it?”
Mike shook his head. “No. We have an honor code at this school. It’s not fool proof but the students here kind of take it really seriously. In the simplest way possible it’s “if it doesn’t belong to you, don’t take it”. You know, that kind of stuff.”
“But someone took it anyway.” Five frowned.
“Well yeah. There will always be those kinds of people.”
“Did you take it?” Five asked bluntly, receiving a glare from Four.
“Uh, no. I didn’t.”
“Thank you for your time.” Four smiled, pushing Five out the door and into the hallway. “You are too much sometimes.”
“I’m only doing my job. Any one of these people could be Defilers.”
“It seems we’ve got a lot of work to do.” He sighed.