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he would never tell the old detective.
    D. shut the file cabinet. Stomping sounds came from upstairs.
There were some other people still here . . . the sound receded for a moment or
two, but then returned.
    His eyes were filled
with too much white and too little pupil. The old detective ran, not caring if
some papers flew or if he crashed into a trolley cart of books. His mind and
eyes were the crosshairs, fixated at the door, seeing nothing else. Before the
footsteps reached the floor he was on, D. had already left the records room and
was in the hallway. He made a quick hunt through the locker room for a second
time. The place had been emptied before he had gotten to it in the second run,
and all the lockers were ajar like a human jaw pin unhinged. They were painted
in multiple colors and showed possible, more-than-likely vandalism. At the end
of the hall was no web of madness that D. had found in the visit here earlier.
Merely a blank wall with everything taken down as if somebody didn’t want
anybody noticing that it had been there before.
    D. arrived, not exactly in a loop, at the chief’s office.
He needed as much information as he could find so it’d be better to look
through Chief Advert’s things in case the man was hiding something vital to the
problem--you know, things that might be important but put away for foolish
human reasons. But when D. went through all the drawers, filing cabinets,
hidden cases, briefcases, boxes, and other receptacles Advert could possibly have
used for storing information – including his desktop computer and laptop – a
few crumpled up notes ready to dispense into the wastebasket was all he found.
They were about him, outlining possibilities on how to treat the conversations
he already had with him and ones the chief would use in the future. Placed in
the center was a reminder to look underneath the desk, and open the latch. And
so the old detective did as the chief told.
    Underneath the
chief’s desk, after opening it of course, were tons of photos and newspaper
clippings. He could suspect the chief of trying to solve the case for himself
(taking all the credit) but then an article floated like a fallen leaf, landing
on his face. Snatching it, D. read: DO OLD PEOPLE LOOK LIKE
CHILDREN WITH WRINKLES? A web of schizophrenia was sent from the dwellings of
the unknown. Chief Advert must have found it while going through the locker
room, and then took it down for investigation. And to think he didn’t say any
of this to him!
    Some photos were the
ones that D. had found in the penthouse when searching right before the
bathroom deteriorated. What was it doing here? The photographs seemed to make
less sense when you got a good look at them. Again it reminded him of the
photos that came from McDermott, some of them taken from the very bathroom they
were in. He was thinking about how this might all be connected in one web of
madness when he read the note in the center that read: PLEASE READ THIS.
    So D. read the tale and followed a different trail to
where the chief would go to next. Seemingly, a story branched out from the
opening (the one he already read) that told of the chief who struggled with his
failing marriage. There was a case involving a mad policeman, but he decided to
trace his finger elsewhere. He went to the part where it was said that the
police chief had hired an investigator (hopefully not him) in partnership so he
could finish the case and probably fix things up with his family. This was not
so when fire struck a building, hundreds of innocents dying. It did not take
long to make connections with the penthouse that occurred not too long ago.
Numerous funerals were held, but not one spoke loud enough to deem it a normal,
public conversation. Everyone wore white. The chief hadn’t gone mad but was
sober this time, as if the magic of storytelling pulled a different turn, and a
darker one at that. His wife found a new man who really loved her – and how
could he not, for