Darren
After everyone left the office that night, I stayed behind to do some digging of my own. Something wasn’t adding up with the printer fire; there was no way that hair tie just fell in there by accident, but it also seemed unlikely that Aria would have done it intentionally.
I pulled the printer out from the wall, inspecting the area around it closely. There was nothing out of the ordinary; just a singed carpet and the acrid scent of burnt plastic all around.
But as I dropped to my knees and began checking the area of the printer around where the fire had started, I saw it.
A long blonde hair sticking out of one of the maintenance panels.
Half of it had been burnt off during the fire, if the blackened tip of one end was any indication. But it was unmistakable.
