7163 Absconditus Road, London

Morning

The stranger picked up the newspaper from the mat.

There, on the first page was a huge headline: Two Musicians Found Dead in the Storage Room. His eyes quickly picked out the sentence; there was no injury found on the two, except for the fact that their eardrums were blown out. The following day was to be their funeral. The stranger grinned and went to fix himself some tea.

Around noon, someone knocked on the stranger's door.

"Come in." he said, without a thought.

The door opened to reveal a young girl, pale and trembling. The stranger stood up and brushed off some specks of dust on his long tailored cloak. Then taking the girl's hand, he asked, just like a gentleman, "How may the poor servant, Metus de Lupus Diabolous help my lovely Madame today?"

"Another one..."

Vindico flipped the card, tossing it into the hands of one of the search party. "Figure out what those initials mean, or find someone with those initials."

"Shall we include the officials as well, sir?"

The boy smiled grimly. "I know of many officials who turned to the power of corruption. Leave no name out."

"Yes sir."

Vindico sighed heavily when the officer left. This was one of his hardest cases, and even the skills he learned from the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't make heads or tails out of it.

"M.L.D." Vindico looked upon the taunting card with disgust, and ripped it into shreds, letting the pieces fly with the wind.