There I was, sitting in my office on a rainy summer day, all the children inside, waiting for the clouds to go away and come again another day. Rain or shine, I however would wait there in my office for my next case to show up at my door- and show up it certainly did!
The day took an interesting turn when a woman by the name of Riccarda Romano appeared at my door and informed me of a missing persons case- or, should I say, missing robot case.
Missing robots case? Robot? Robots? Whatever. Either way, fashion model Tony Jetset had disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and I was Riccarda’s last hope.
Wasting no time, I quickly departed with Riccarda, joined for better or for worse by my friend and utterly infuriating neighbor, DANT-1C. We headed to local Limbersdale diner “Chow ‘n’ Charge,” (clever, I know) where we met with Jetset’s manager, Noah Davis. There, he recounted to me his final conversation with Jetset before his disappearance.
Davis had asked him to do a photoshoot next week, and Jetset had seemed rushed, as if he had better things to be doing. It didn’t help that Davis said he called Jetset directly, rather than calling his agency.
To make matters even more confusing, we encountered a waitress at the diner named Judy Jasmin, who just so happened to have met Jetset, and mentioned how he was getting a charge before some kind of flight.
It’s lucky I guessed Judy would have valuable information, because it was the last piece of this tricky little puzzle that I needed. I’m good with people, like that.
With everything sorted out, I gathered each of the suspects together, and promptly explained to them the truth behind Jetset’s disappearance, while Dant sat idly by, being as useless as he usually is. It seems that rather than a sinister fan taking him captive, or any other kind of kidnapping, Tony Jetset’s disappearance was merely… a miscommunication.
Anticlimactic, I know.
It appears when scheduling his next shoot with Mr. Davis, Jetset had booked a week-long vacation to Puerto Rico, and believed his shoot with Davis to be on the week he got back, rather than the current week.
Again, incredibly anticlimactic.
With everything sorted out and the mystery wrapped in a neat little bow, I went with Mr. Davis and Ms. Riccarda back to their office to sort out the rest of the paperwork, while Judy went back to work.
Not my most exciting case, but that’s what you get with a business like this. Besides, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut things a bit short, as there seems to be someone in my foyer. From the sound of their footsteps and the type of flooring I have installed, it seems to be a robot.
A new client perhaps? Maybe another case? Preferably one more exciting than a miscommunication? I suppose we’ll find out. Regardless, I’ve said my piece, now you should go find yours in an online forum or something along those lines.
Case closed.
