‘You know, I think this one might have a chance.’
‘Oh?’ Alphonse said, looking at his brother. ‘Looks like an idiot to me. No different from the rest.’ He adjusted himself on the windowsill, looking down at the detective’s office. The detective was busy reading through pages of notes about the case, oblivious to Alphonse and Wesley watching his every move. It had amused them, for they had nothing else to do except float around and hope that the gateway would open again. They knew it wouldn’t though, not until the case was solved.
So far all the detectives put on the case had gone crazy after only a few days, regardless of how determined or level headed they appeared to have been. Word around the department was that the case was cursed. Even so, this detective had taken it up without so much as a tremble.