When I filed my last dispatch, nearly a month ago, my arch-nemesis (no, my OTHER arch-nemesis, Spiny Norman) had just crashed a university fund-raiser, forcing me to finally confront him head-on in an epic battle for the ages. Where have I been in the thirty days since our battle started? In a word: Everywhere.
Now that the mysterious affair of the Maltese Crow has been resolved, and everything is once again in color instead of black and white, I had hoped that I could go back to the quiet life of an unassuming archeology professor slash globetrotting adventurer slash space traveler slash private detective. Unfortunately, there was one thing that I hadn’t counted on: A university fund-raiser. One would almost prefer to face the horror of Darth Tater than a room full of potential donors. But we do what we must, don’t we?
After narrowly escaping assassination at the hands of Squinty McGrumpyson, I learned that this whole case was a sham — the cat who hired me to find the Maltese Crow had set me up as a patsy to be taken out by Squinty. But why? What was her angle? I was about to find out, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty scene.