This place has been madness ever since all my men have been looking for the phantom dragster. I’ve barely logged three hours of sleep in three days working off a single clue, the letter ‘S.’
“Hay Chief, Tammy and I brought you back a little something from our lunch break!”
“Thanks just set it on my desk”
I didn’t need to ask, I already knew it was escargot. One of those internet fads, here today gone tomorrow, just like that damn black car. Good stuff, those Frenchmen were on to something; I must have eaten three pounds of the stuff since this started.
Just as the now-so-familiar scent entered my nostrils, they marched a man into my office. He had a beard and was wearing a hat.
“What’s the meaning of this, I’m trying to crack a case!”
“It’s him sir, we got 'im, the Phantom Dragster. We ran his prints, the guy is totally clean. He calls himself an ‘Influencer’.”
"You’ve caused a lot of commotion here this week! All I want to know- what’s the meaning of the ‘S!’ "
“Nuthing- it don’t mean nuthin. Just a prank”
“Chief, we also found these in the glove compartment…”
It was a quarter million dollars in escargot futures. It didn’t make sense. What was the connection? I started into my snack before it got cold…
