Look For Clues
Officer Harold Rothwax, an old friend, is searching as you arive. "What have you found?" you ask him. "We found a pool of blood. The lab guys took a sample," Rothwax said,"If there's a match, we'll have found our thief." Then Jenny leaped out of your arms, Point under the case, and meowed. You peer under it as you pick your cat up.
You stop as you see a glistning. "I think the blood's fake," you say. "A red herring?" "No," you answer and pick up a fish with a gapping cut in it's stomach. "I belive it's a baby lemon shark."
"Why did she kill the shark?" Harold wondered. "Mabye he threatened to turn her in because he wasn't getting a fair share of the money," you say sarcasticly," And how do you know it's a she?" "Well, actually we don't, but a wittness saw a preson in woman's clothes run out with the dimond, so we think it's a she."
