Sporemageddon

Several weeks ago.

This case wasn’t going anywhere fast.

And that was... not unexpected. Cases that stretched on for a while happened. A good quarter of those he’d been on had been this way; situations that took a while to untangle, suspects that disappeared, anything to do with politics.

A few times, early in his career, he’d almost lost everything when he had correctly pointed the finger at the true perpetrator of a crime, and it turned out that they were politically well-connected.

Later on, his ‘bravery’ in doing a good job had earned him some amount of protection.

There was a lot to say about the nobility of the many cities away from the capital, but those truly in charge understood the need for checks and balances on rampant corruption and crime, and he was one of those. At some point, the buck needed to stop, and those in power too, needed something to fear.

He had rented out an office, one just across the street from the city’s police headquarters. It hadn’t come cheap, and the office itself wasn’t anything special, but that was fine. He had an expense account for this kind of thing, and if he didn’t use it, it would just be lost.

At the moment, he had three tables set out across the room, going from left to right. Each had a stack of papers spread out across it. This was the sum total information he had on the three impacted noble families.

So far, the links between them were... tenuous at best.