Two mysterious text messages, neither with a traceable number. One at 07:45:22 am, the other at 16:55:19pm. Procedure would dictate that he should contact the police – perhaps his father? – to ask for advice and leave it in the hands of the authorities. But the first text had referred to him by a code name that he had been called before.

An object of interest.

Good luck. 

KID wouldn’t have sent that kind of a message, would he? He did love his riddles, but it was decidedly different than his usual tone and charm. No, there was nothing really poetic about it, and that particular nickname typically referred to his workings as a gentleman detective on the board.  But that could have been coincidental entirely… what with his surname, his heritage, and his usual conduct…

Hakuba took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. They were calling him out personally. It could be a test, a clue, or even a gift. Hell, he’d received stranger notes from secret admirers… and he definitely didn’t want to involve his father and the rest of the force if that were the case. 

All this considered, he transferred screen captures of the messages to his database, wrote his theories, and saved it for the future. In case something should happen. Then, he took his car, and his camera, to the train station as specified… and proceeded to document the hell out of everything. Including everything that he found in the trash.

Odd looks or not, no one could accuse him of not being a professional, nosy detective about it.