Chief Inspector Anston was back to work. He sat in his swiveling chair in his office, hunched over a sheet of paper that seemed to hold a great deal of importance for him as he wasn't even blinking whiles staring at the paper. Anyone who saw the Chief of police at the moment would no doubt assume he was poring over an important case with his attitude.
Well, he was poring over a case all right. An important one at that, but where to begin was the problem. Even though he had something in his possession that was meant to help him with the case, he was still lost. And that was no fault of his. The chief sighed heavily with a last glance at the sheet in his hand which had a badly drawn baseball bat with two handles and holes at the top. Wait...that was a human. (my bad)
