The detective walked into the little shop, being immediately overtaken by the thick layer of dust in the air. The Recycled Fiction Hoard was a rather small and unknown book store that had been recently launched into the news all because of a rather big occurrence that happened there; a serious theft. The victim was a local rich baron who had been having a cup of tea while reading a recently purchase book. The stolen item was an extravagant pocket watch that the baron always kept on him. The culprit was still unknown but after the detective looked around he hoped to know more about that. As the detective circled the table that the baron was sitting on he noticed the still half-drunken cup of tea and the barons purchased novel sitting there, he must have stormed off in a rage once he noticed his pocket watch was gone. The detective pondered this as he continued his investigatory look around. The table was next to a disorganized book shelf which, even in its current state the detective can still tell that something is off. The books seem oddly clumped to one side. In that moment inspiration struck the fine detective, someone stole the watch from the baron’s jacket through the bookshelf. The detective had the means and opportunity, but he still needed to find the motive and the culprit. The day wasn’t over quite yet.
