Sixth Hour of Investigation

Ethan knew that he had to find out more about these mysterious suits. Looking out the window he could clearly see the man. Pacing up and down the sidewalk. Glancing at the window from time to time.

Studying him for a while, the detective saw him meet up with another man dressed in black. He was bigger, had broader shoulders and a scar over his left eye. Unsavory type.

They conversed for a short time, then both men left down the street.

Why were they after him? Had he wronged them in the past, or had they wronged him?

He huffed in frustration. Why couldn’t he remember? They clearly were after something. Was it him? Information he had? Something else entirely?

The detective hoped it wasn’t the second case, because any information that he might have had at some point was long gone by now.

Unless he had written it down somewhere.

That was it! He had a note in his pocket with instructions, so clearly he knew, that he was going to lose his memory at some point. And if that was the case, he would have surely left more than one note for himself, in case there was a problem with the first one.

He eyed the room carefully. Where would he hide a note? His gaze rested on the desk in front of him. That was probably too obvious right? Everyone would search there.

What about the bookshelves? You could hide a lot of stuff in there. And hiding secrets in books felt right to him. That’s where they belonged after all.

Slowly he started to walk towards the wall of shelves.

Thud!

He paused. There it was again. Something was moving around under the floorboards. Right beneath the desk chair. Under the carpet?

The last time he heard it, he had gotten distracted. But not now. Walking back over to the carpet, his mind was racing with possibilities.

Had he maybe hidden away some important person’s animal? Was that why they were searching for him?

A nasty thought crossed his mind. Hopefully it wasn’t a kid.

Maybe Ethan Burke was a total asshole and kidnapped little rich kids for ransom money. His heart sank.

Hastily he moved aside the chair and pulled away the rectangular carpet. He gasped. There was a small steel door underneath. A floor safe.

Relief washed over him. No kid could fit in that. At least not a whole one.