“Okay, are you ready to start? 3… 2... 1... Welcome to Reno’s Revolutionary Revelations! Where we uhh… what does the script say?” I mutter under my breath as the next part of the tour starts. “Your tour is just the beginning of your journey into the world of solving crime and-“I say as someone cuts me off. “I’m not here for the tour, Miss Reed. I’m here to report a crime,” says a boy in a deep, stoic tone. I’ve clearly misread this situation.

He stands four feet tall with a slender build, wearing a black suit that clearly doesn’t fit him with sunglasses. His face stern as the Queen’s guard. “I need to speak with your boss, Mr. Reno Rey-,” his voice cracks as he continues, “Ahem. Mr. Reno Reyes. There’s going to be a robbery.” He looks serious, like this is important. I ask him if he has an appointment. He responds by simply stating, “This is urgent.” I agree to take him to Reno. He’s usually incredibly busy, booking appointments weeks in advance. Not very helpful when it comes to solving crime quickly, but at least he gets the job done… or takes credit for it. I show him the way to Reno’s office. Go straight down the long hallway until you see the fire alarm and turn right. Just how I was taught.

As we approach Reno’s door, we hear the loud, booming sounds of sirens, paired with flashing red lights signaling an emergency in the building. We look at each other. For the first time, I see some panic behind those glasses. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” I say, barely believing myself. The door bursts open straight off its hinges, almost decapitating me in the process. A large shadow looms over the two of us in the exact shape of- “It’s him!,” exclaims the boy in the oversized suit. With flashing red light illuminating his chiseled jaw and muscular frame, there stands the famed investigator himself. We’re doomed.