"Suzy! Get a grip!" Ember yelled, anger fuming on her face, as red as lava. "Can't you at least tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Me? Wrong?" Suzy had an unusually surprised expression, "Never! I'm always right and mostly, perfect!"

"Mostly?" Ember snorted with a wicked smirk plastered on her face.

"Nope, it's not what you think." Suzy exclaimed calmly, fixing a hat on top of her perfectly dazzling hair.

"Wha- How did you..." But Ember couldn't finish her own sentence once the door opened after two or three knocks.

"Quick! Hide!" Suzy grabbed Ember by her elbow and jumped into one of the big closets.

Ember thought this was ridiculous. Yet, as she got up to explain the situation thinking it'd be either Mr. Sven or Suzy's parents, she got the shock of a lifetime...

The answer was neither.

Suzy pulled her into a pile of clothes before Ember reacted or those intruders noticed.

"Must be THE rich girl's closet..." one of them, the goofy looking one, exclaimed as he held up a tiara.

"You think?" another voice responded. A tall scrawny man replied.

"Oi, ya hooligans!" another voice bellowed from somewhere inside the mansion, but outside the closet room, "Get the valuables and leave the rest be!!"

"Shh!" Suzy tried to calm Ember by telling her to keep quiet for now.

In about an hour or so, both the girls endured, until finally the intruders left the closet room and closed it shut.

See, closing the closet room from the outside meant that it could only be opened again from the outside, too... Luck? Coincidence? Malice?

...

By the time the closet room opened again, it was dark outside. Everybody was quite shocked to see them in there! The parents, the butler, the servants, the police officers, as well as the forensic experts on the scene. In fact, they came to the closet room for two reasons. One, to see whether or not the valuables were taken from Suzy's closet. Two, to see whether this was the room from where the smoke came from that had triggered the smoke detectors, as well as the alarms.

"Security's safe." To everyone's surprise, that's the first thing that Suzy said... and with a smile!

"Honey, are you alright?" Mrs Stackhole came closer to her child, when a finger paused her from hugging little Suzy.

"You must not touch me, until and unless this crime is solved." Suzy stated, "Its time for Detective Pix to take the stage. I will not stop until I find the true culprits and make this scenario, Picture Perfect!"

"That, won't be necessary." Mr Stackhole shut her down, "I already know who did it. Why and How? Come with me."

"Dad!" Suzy grumpily stated, "Why do you always have to steal my spotlight?!"

"A real detective is not the one who must shine in the spotlight. You must be stealthy and have a keen eye for details..." Mr Stackhole taught his daughter, "In a race, there is only one winner. Similarly, in one reality, there can only be a single truth. No matter how improbable it might be..."

"I'm as clueless as you, officer." Ember told the chief, when he glanced over at her, turning to a reasonable person for better understanding.

The chief sighed, wondering whether it might not be that bad an idea, for an early retirement. Alas! This father-daughter duo were geniuses he could never compare to, crazy, but genius!

...

Everyone gathered at the living room, where it was spacious enough, for about more than thirty people. Right now, there were about a handful of people in the room, hardly fifteen.

Mr Stackhole stood at the centre with everyone's focus on him. A business man through and through. He held a cup of tea with one hand and another hand rested in one of his pant pockets. Every bit of ounce in his body was as calm and soothing to the eye as a painting.

The Madam would have been the same, for if her daughter had not reprimanded her to keep her distance. As a result, she couldn't stop sobbing.

Silence.

"Well?" the chief finally asked, "Won't you tell us who it is...?"

"But officer!" Mr Stackhole insisted, "I have no evidence. That's the cruel reality."

"What!" the chief boomed, blood rushing to his head, "You mean you wasted valuable police time, made everybody come here... just to see you smile and have tea!?"

"Oh no," Mr Stackhole exclaimed, chuckling for a minute at the chief's hysterical outburst, "I meant that I don't have physical evidence at hand, chief. Not that we especially require it or something. Just..."

"Just what?" the chief asked, raising his bushy eyebrow.

"You'll see." Mr. Stackhole replied.

Working with Mr Stackhole was one of the many dreams that the younger generation of police officers had. This was all the rage at the police department, but the chief wasn't aware of it... Similarly, as he wasn't aware of his new on-duty officer, who had been missing for the past few minutes.

The only two people to notice who were here and who were gone, were Mr Stackhole himself, and the real culprit. So this battle, was also a battle of patience between both parties. On the other hand, the true culprit knew that he was a suspect and Mr Stackhole knew it. So the real criminal couldn't escape as easily.

On the contrary, it was especially impossible. Since everybody in the entire mansion was bundled together in that living room, which was inevitable right beside the kitchen...! If one person was missing, it wouldn't be hard to know who.

What was even worse was that Mr Stackhole clearly drew the line. If the real culprit escaped, then that could be used as physical evidence against him. Furthermore, there would be too many witnesses against him. An open and shut case.

Slowly, the culprit realized that this was a trap from the very beginning...! All this was never a haughty act to show himself off to his dear daughter, but rather, a trick to trap the real perpetrator inside while his "henchmen" search freely for clues.

Within seconds, the door crashed open and all attention drew towards those three peculiar figures who had barged into the room like maniacs!

"Mr Spencer Speed," Mr Stackhole intentionally raised his voice, "you've arrived just in time."

Mr Speed walked straight past the audience who were whispering words of disgrace and bravery. Directly towards Mr Stackhole, avoiding eye contact with the chief.

"This is the evidence!" Mr Speed proudly showed everybody.

"Now, chief," Mr Stackhole exclaimed with a sly smirk, "shall I introduce you to the culprit...?"

A pair of white gloves resided in the evidence bag and the thumb of the left-hand glove had been cut. This was odd, because every single glove of every servant had never ever been cut off like this...

"The culprit cut the place where blood had most likely been splattered." Mr Stackhole told everyone, "But as you can see, in the other evidence bag... Detective, if you would." he gestured as Detective Speed held another evidence bag in front of everyone.

"Little Suzy," Mr Stackhole asked his daughter politely, "How, when and where did you get this piece of dirty yellowish looking piece of cloth?"

"In the sink hole, it was tucked inside quite deeply." Suzy continued imitating her father, "we found it just sometime ago when we were searching with the detective here."

"I remember that the sink hole had been clogged by you, yesterday, while you were helping your mom?" Mr Stackhole asked.

"Yeah, sorry. But it's the truth." Suzy sheepishly smiled as she replied.

"Who were with you back then?" Mr Stackhole asked again.

"My mom, Ember and the nanny." Suzy replied, honestly.

"Chief," Mr Stackhole grinned, "I think you have your suspect. Yes?"

The chief gradually approached the criminal and tapped his back. The poor guy had just been preparing to run, but he was caught in surprise, himself. All the people in the room, those who knew him and those who didn't, all gasped in confusion and horror.

"Let's have a luminol test, shall we?" the chief spoke gently, but his right hand clenched deep into the criminal's coat, grabbing him tightly, "I do, of course, need a sample of your blood... eh, Mr Sven, the butler?"

Suzy sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'd have never suspected you Mr Sven," she shook her head with a painful expression, "up until... the evidence was picked up."

"Its alright sweetheart." Mrs Stackhole hugged her daughter.

"So what?" Mr Sven replied with a disgusted expression, "You know nothing little lady! That man..." he pointed his hand directly at Mr Stackhole, "killed my son!"

Mr Sven's voice echoed all over the living room. Suzy looked at her father, doubtful and clearly begging for him to deny.

"Yes," Mr Stackhole finally stated, "it was one of my factories and indeed that night I had been present at that factory somewhat eight years ago..."

"What...?" Suzy clenched her fists.

"However, the fire was dubbed as an accident and all the families were given equal amounts of compensations." Mr Stackhole looked back at his daughter, patting her hair, as gently as possible.

"That's a lie!" the butler proclaimed loudly, "The SnS told me!"

"SnS?!" both the chief and Mr Stackhole had an intriguing expression plastered on their faces.

As Suzy held her hands tightly around her father's arm, she noticed this particular expression vividly. It was her first time seeing her dad so pale and sweaty.

"Where have you heard that name!?" the chief grabbed Mr Sven by the collar, almost choking him.

"SnS?" Suzy questioned her dad.

"Its..." Mr Stackhole knew his daughter's snooping habits, so he vaguely explained to her, "A criminal organization that has been in hiding for the past two centuries. It's named as, 'Sinister Spider.'"

"Why is the name like that though?" Suzy felt her curiosity rising.

"Originally it was a cult like place that gathered it's followers to kill innocent people as 'team play' or 'justice.' Founded by twin brothers who set it to be 'Spider and Spider.' The rest of the history... all disappeared two centuries ago." Mr Stackhole seemed grim.

"Hmm." Suzy's eyes sparkled.

"Promise me that you'll stay away-" but Mr Stackhole's conversation was cut short by the butler.

"Its YOU! You, you, you, you, you! Demon!!" Mr Sven shouted with anger flushing all over his face.

"Even if the fire explosion had been intentional..." Mr Stackhole said, his eyes and posture, as cool as ever.

"I knew it! Now CONFESS!" Mr Sven was berserk by this point, his hands cluttering recklessly within the handcuffs.

"It was done by SnS. Not me." that was the answer.

The room went silent as the criminal broke into tears. He repeatedly proclaimed his self hatred and how unfair the world was.

The chief handed the criminal to Detective Speed and went to Mr Stackhole as the two men continuously whispered and nodded silently to each other. The room grew colder and colder by the second and the two girls were taken away forcefully by Suzy's mother.

Suzy wondered what all this secrecy was about! Her instinct naturally told her that new thrill rides were coming her way.

Sadly, she might never have imagined that on that very same night, she would lose the father she had been so proud of since childhood. And two more, whom she held dear to her heart...