Knocking on the door to Professor Hernandez’s office, I stepped into the room, saying, “Hi, Professor Hernandez. How have you—”
I stopped speaking when I saw that Professor Hernandez was not alone. He sat at his desk, talking with a hologram of some guy I didn’t recognize. The guy looked like a detective in a trench-coat and spoke with a soft Japanese accent with Professor Hernandez.
“… The investigation is coming along well,” the man said. “I’ve got a new lead from one of my sources in the underworld, but I’ll have to disappear for a while, so you might not hear from me for another month or two.”
“That’s fine, Hiro,” said Professor Hernandez. He leaned forward suddenly, his gaze intensifying behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “But please get to the bottom of this mystery, all right? The
