[ WP ] The World 's Worst Detective faces off against the World 's Worst Criminal

*Beep... beep... beep... * 
 
 *Morse code, * I thought. Reaching for my note pad, I began scribbling the letters down in my notepad as they came. I made short work of the decryption, but I could n't understand it. `` E-E-E-E-E...'' The sender had a stutter, I assumed, but it suddenly dawned on me, and the reality of the situation hit me like a locomotive powered by a large star. It was n't Morse code at all. It was braille. I was perplexed, but figured I had another lead, at least. The sender was blind. Although, my new obligation was compelling, I had to resist the temptation of investigation in that particular development. I had a different task at hand. I was at the hospital, visiting a victim at the scene of the crime, originally unaware of the secrets the heart monitor had to share with me. 
 
 The perpetrator was identified thus far as a large Caucasian male with long brown hair, a long nose, a broad jaw, and a low brow. He attempted to rob a convenience store with high-end explosives, and got away with it, leaving only a few other witnesses in his wake. I was only there to reinforce their claims. 
 
 `` Alright, Mr. Craig. Thank you for allowing me to question you today. First of all, can you tell me where you were at 7:30 on the night of the 16th?'' 
 
 I took a breath. 
 
 I settled back in my chair. 
 
 I tapped my pen on a blank page of my notepad. 
 
 I waited. 
 
 I looked up at Mr. Craig. 
 
 `` Wake up,'' I shook him by the arm, his skin cracking as it flaked off in small black sheets. Just breathing. I shook him harshly, causing the hospital bed to rattle the nearby equipment. Just breathing. I stood up and gave him the chair. Just breathing. I called for a nurse. 
 
 I crossed my arms and tapped my shoe as I waited, taking a good look at the pale-green wallpaper. A small section was peeling at the edge of where a streak of light filtered through the window. A deep sigh escaped my lips while I approached the dismal display of interior design. I made a half-hearted attempt at smoothing the area down, but ultimately decided on just peeling it off, making the problem worse. I balled it up in my fingers and looked for a trash can, which the area was lacking. I hesitantly dropped it on the floor in the corner where the cabinet met the wall, and felt a strong sense of guilt. My focus was on the balled up wallpaper, as its slow undoing swallowed my sense of sight whole. Deep down in my heart, I urged for time to have been rewritten. I wanted to live in a world where a trash can was there. I wanted to bend down and pick it up, and find a trash can in the hallway to dispose of it in. But not that badly, because it was too late and picking up did n't feel like the thing to do at the time, especially since I had just put it there. 
 
 `` Yes?'' intruded the nurse. The first thing I noticed was the nurse's weirdly opened eyes. His eyes really just looked unnaturally big, like he was just constantly raising his eyebrows, and I was n't really sure if he was just making faces at me at first. He was also that level of bald where he was almost bald, but he's was clinging to that last ounce of hair he had, which is almost just as bad as his eyebrows. 
 
 `` Oh-... I-... U- Uh-...'' I became uncomfortable being in his presence, `` Yes, could you wake Mr. Craig for me?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but Mr. Craig is in a coma. This particular victim was near the center of the blast.'' 
 
 Judging by the nurse's face, it looked as if he was quite surprised by the words he had just said. I simply can not stress the extreme measures his eyebrows were raised to. It was just really hard to just want to talk to the guy because of how he looked at me. I'd much rather talk to the charred freak on the bed. He had only one eyebrow left, which was rather low, so in comparison to the nurse, it was like his eyebrow was sitting gracefully on top of his eyeball. Otherwise, he was a spectacle of a man. A broad face, decorated with a fittingly lengthy nose, and a strong upper body. 
 
 I mentally noted his features and connected many of them to the description of the offender. But the offender had long brown hair. This was clearly not the man, however, as Mr. Craig did not have any hair at all. *Thank goodness he's in a coma, * I thought, *I really dodged an awkward conversation there, did n't I? *
