Draco Cronnoc
Draco Cronnoc. Perhaps the best detective in Tennessee, he started his own private eye company back in 1973. His quick eye and bold deductions have led many of his colleagues in the criminal justice system to liken him to Sherlock Holmes, a connection he smiles upon.
Presently in 2004, Mr. Cronnoc is at the age of fifty-three. He does not find himself to be and old man, yet he often holds on to what has worked for him for decades, refusing to give in to the modern way of solving mysteries, also known as forensic evidence. Draco's least favorite teleivision program? CSI, naturally. Not that he watches television.
Though Draco's hairs may be turning white, he still has the knack to turn criminals over to the police.
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You arrive at McNulty Manor at 9:30 AM. You have been driving all night, yet you have managed not to fall asleep with the help of caffeine. Still groggy, you make your way over to the officer standing guard at the tall white doors.
"Ah, Mr. Cronnoc!" the officer seems ecstatic at your arrival. "I do wish you can help us. As I mentioned in the e-mail, the manor is unchanged."
"Well, that doesn't mean much," you respond with a grim smile, "the killer could have done whatever he or she wished before the call was placed."
"Yes, but we shall have to just hope for the best. The only notable object we uncovered was this paper. It was lying on the floor of McNulty's room." The officer hands you a note. You unfold it and immediately notice the scrawly handwriting. It reads:
For the RCC.
"Thank you. Whether or not the killer purposely placed it on the floor remains to be seen. But it is important." You cannot fathom what the letters stand for.
"Shall we enter?" the officer asks while holding open the door. McNulty Manor is a stately home with exquisite furniture and decorations. Expensive chandeliers hang from the domed ceiling and golden plates adorn the walls.
You turn to the officer. "You did not say how McNulty was killed."
"Two bulletholes are on the right side of his head," is the reply. "Mr. Cronnoc, how shall you begin your search?"
Presently in 2004, Mr. Cronnoc is at the age of fifty-three. He does not find himself to be and old man, yet he often holds on to what has worked for him for decades, refusing to give in to the modern way of solving mysteries, also known as forensic evidence. Draco's least favorite teleivision program? CSI, naturally. Not that he watches television.
Though Draco's hairs may be turning white, he still has the knack to turn criminals over to the police.
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You arrive at McNulty Manor at 9:30 AM. You have been driving all night, yet you have managed not to fall asleep with the help of caffeine. Still groggy, you make your way over to the officer standing guard at the tall white doors.
"Ah, Mr. Cronnoc!" the officer seems ecstatic at your arrival. "I do wish you can help us. As I mentioned in the e-mail, the manor is unchanged."
"Well, that doesn't mean much," you respond with a grim smile, "the killer could have done whatever he or she wished before the call was placed."
"Yes, but we shall have to just hope for the best. The only notable object we uncovered was this paper. It was lying on the floor of McNulty's room." The officer hands you a note. You unfold it and immediately notice the scrawly handwriting. It reads:
For the RCC.
"Thank you. Whether or not the killer purposely placed it on the floor remains to be seen. But it is important." You cannot fathom what the letters stand for.
"Shall we enter?" the officer asks while holding open the door. McNulty Manor is a stately home with exquisite furniture and decorations. Expensive chandeliers hang from the domed ceiling and golden plates adorn the walls.
You turn to the officer. "You did not say how McNulty was killed."
"Two bulletholes are on the right side of his head," is the reply. "Mr. Cronnoc, how shall you begin your search?"