Detective D's office was a garage. He worked as a garage owner. But when some of his acquaintances came with some private eye work, the garage owner turned a highly active private eye. He sent his agents – his garage workers, here and there. And the garage was a camouflage. Mostly he was funded by several police officers, for whom he worked as a leading infomer, off the record. Few years ago Ronald was sent Triges to keep an eye upon an exile – exiled from their village – their community. And Ronald used to mend his car here in this garage – in Detective D's garage. Once his car was stolen. Ronald came here and informed the garage owner D, because D and Ronald had become good friends by then. D assured him to find the car in twenty four hours. And he kept his promise, along with catching the car thief and handing the thief over to police. On that day Ronald threw a gratitude party for D and his garage workers, who searched the stolen car like moles all through their area. Some days later while drunk D told some of his success stories as a detective.
Today Ronald found himself standing before the same garage.
"Ronald," D for Derreck said, surprised seeing him after a long gap. "Pleased to see you. What brought you here?"
Ronald brought out the photograph of Andrew and showed it to D who squinted hard at the photograph and said, "What this innocent looking man with a pair of scholarly eyes had done to you?"
"Everything," Ronald said. He knew before D – a black short man but an active mind, a little drama was necessary. "I was writing a book. But he has stolen my manuscript."
"Then go to a lawer. Why need my detective's helping hand?" D asked.
"Yes, I should. But the problem is that he is not found anywhere for last two years. And the strangest thing is that he is not even publishing the manuscript... I have contacted some of my literary agents of acquaintances inquiring whether they have been sent any manuscript matching my manuscript's description. But they have not been sent any such book. So this man in the photo is not even willing to publish the manuscript. You know what a mess to write a book and complete it. But this thief has stolen my manuscript and is not even publishing it. It is hurting me. I want this man. Please find him for me. Then I will get my manuscript from him. D assured him that for the sake of their old friendship he would handle himself, look into the matter himself until he knew about the manuscript's whereabouts. D extended an invitation to stay at his apartment for the days he could stay at Triges, which Ronald happily obliged.