Chapter 44: Murder of the 15th
Levi leaned back on his sofa, bare feet on top of the center table, laptop on his lap wearing a black nightgown over his silk pajamas. It was Sunday after all and Jackson Detectives’ office was closed.
The blond psychologist is looking over a ’puzzle’ on the screen. A puzzle that was simply a black image with white letters. The message read as follows:
’Hello. We are looking for highly intelligent individuals. To find them, we have devised a test.
There is a message hidden in this image.
Find it, and it will lead you on the road to us. We look forward to meeting the few that will make it all the way through.
Good luck
3301’
Looking at the image Levi frowned, he couldn’t see anything that stood out on the text.
Not any clue, so if it wasn’t on the text where is it?
Was this just a hoax? He mentally pondered at the idea. Then his thoughts were interrupted.
Standing at his front door was Mrs. Whitehall, the flabby woman was also in her sleeping clothes, a long peach-colored nightgown. And based on the crumbs on her chest she was eating biscuits.
"Levi, D. I Davies is here," she informed, turning to get back to her husband downstairs. They were watching the Graham Norton show and she didn’t want to miss more since Sir Patrick Stuart was a guest. She’d always been a fan. Levi paused to look at the familiar flabby man at his doorstep.