Coal’s eyes instantly snapped to the wad of rolled up money, his eyes glistened with greed, but luckily managing to restrain himself. He scooped up the shiny metal instead, twirling it in his fingers before flicking it across the floor. “No magic, just a hunk of rock with no value.” He concluded as the bauble skidded to a halt near the wall.

Coal strangely ignored the money as he searched on, his curiosity taking over his momentary greed as he picked up the letters instead. He shook the papers straight, letting out a sage “Hmm” as he skimmed over the loopy and rushed handwriting.

“Closeted wiz kid felt trapped, ran from home taking whatever he could, and swore revenge. We got backstory, but no clues as to where he is now.”

Analyzing and repeating evidence, he hoped he looked as useful and “cool” as in the cop shows. Dropping the letters neatly back into the safe, an idea snapped in him, “Maybe we could visit our mystery man’s parents? It might take a while to get there but,” the howling wind blowing outside silenced him, the worn walls shaking as if it was breathing, The storm was getting worse. “We don’t have a while by the looks of it.”

His very underwhelming discovery snatched any motive or ambition to press on away from him. So far all they found was an upturned kitchen and a few letters. The idea of them never cracking the case haunted his mind, but a little glimmer of hope still shone. 

“Any ideas?” be breathed out to no one in particular.