The sun sets as you gaze upon the descending day from a large, glass window. Naturally making the transition to nightfall, candles are lit to illuminate your environment and the world outside quietly rests after a long, challenging day.
Or does it?
The final Friday of the year was chosen for the department's holiday party. Investigators interviewed every employee hoping that someone may have vital information that might offer some insight into the disappearances of their colleagues and the gruesome occurrences that lead to said disappearances. Not only were authorities interested in any peculiar behavior leading up to the incident, but were also building a personality profile of both men in question, desperately attempting to paint a clear picture of not only what happened, but why it happened.
The flickering candlelight makes it nearly impossible to see outside. You are exposed and vulnerable as unseeable eyes watch your every move from beyond the glass. Although the room is bright and dances with life, anything contained within is blinded to the greater world beyond. All that is now visible is yourself staring back, and an abundance of limitation.
Hours of questioning dozens of deeply troubled employees, in particular the ones that first discovered the crime scene, following their festive lunch, but helpful information was scarce.
Betrayed and imprisoned by the light, there is no way to see past this obscured reflection and into the darkness beyond.
It has been revealed that both missing employees were hard at work when the larger group departed. Neither employee expressed disappointment in having to miss the party, neither gave a specific reason for not attending other than citing projects that needed tending to. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
It's time to douse the candles.
Both missing employees were friendly, but neither were necessarily friends. They were competitive, but never in direct competition. Both were charitable and generally liked by all. After all of the due diligence of acquiring every bit of inane information from every employee, friend, family member and acquaintance, the picture investigators were painting of the two missing men became defined by the lack of relevant information attained. Neither had a troubled past, troubled present, or troubled foreseeable future. They were relatively stable. They liked coffee. Music. Film. They commuted to work every day and arrived on time almost always. Both in fairly good health, physically and mentally, or so everyone seemed to believe. They dressed appropriately business casual, especially on Fridays, wore comfortable shoes, had interests outside of work, loved weekends and the idea of freedom regardless of its elusiveness. They were just like everybody else, except neither wanted to partake in the holiday lunch on the last Friday of the year, but not for any specific reason other than the work that needed to be done.
It's time to shatter the glass.
It's time to shatter the glass.
Sometimes if you close your eyes and try to recall what shirt you are wearing, it's not easy, just as it's not easy to remember driving to work on any one particular day. For this same reason, not a single coworker seemed to remember what either missing employee was wearing on the day of the incident. The only specific that may or may not be of any relevance is that both men were possibly wearing long sleeve shirts, although this bit of information was dismissed due to the fact that most everyone donned long sleeve shirts at this point in the season and not a single coworker could specifically remember the last time they had seen either missing employee wearing a short sleeve shirt.
No more reflections.
No more reflections.
All of this accumulated knowledge paves a road to nowhere. Investigators are standing at the window with the far off in their eyes, candles burning bright, incapable of seeing anything but obscured reflections staring back at them. The candle's light offers an abundance of answers, but only to the wrong questions.
Today's Jazz Hands detailed crime transcripts from Case Study #3.
Day three-hundred and sixteen complete.
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