"Master detective" Truman faced an unprecedented crisis. He discovered that someone had been manipulating him. No, to be precise, someone had been manipulating his life.
Ever since his very first case, an unseen hand had been pulling all the strings.
Even his wife might have been planted by whoever was behind it...
Garcia frowned as he wrote this, then sighed.
He was struggling to keep writing.
Although he had the plot worked out in his mind, the impact of reality was simply too much for him. Every time he reached a crucial moment, those events would surface from the depths of his heart-even though his life had improved enormously since "that adventure."
But it had also brought certain hidden dangers.
Despite his best efforts to cover his tracks, he had still drawn the attention of people with ulterior motives.
Was it that famous "Medium," Arthur Credos, again?
Garcia had no idea whom this "Medium" had offended or why anyone hated him so much. Information about the man had previously sold for a price beyond anything Garcia could imagine, and this time, someone had paid an equally enormous sum to hire him to spread the news that the man was injured.
Garcia had not refused.
Nor had he dared to.
As a part-time information broker, he knew very well that once he had been exposed to the other party, his life was already in their hands.
Just like the fellow who had introduced him to the trade.
Not long ago, he had seen that man's corpse.
The man had died horribly. His eyes had been gouged out and his tongue cut off-rumor had it that he had tried to rob and blackmail a lady at a club.
Then the club's security guards had killed him.
Of course, that was merely a