Mini Mystery: Mini Mystery
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A weary noir detective follows a cryptic clue, navigates a red herring, and uncovers the unexpected truth behind a crime.
Characters
Miles Corbin
supporting
Miles Corbin is a middle-aged Caucasian male detective, with an average, slightly world-weary build. He has short, dark brown hair, often a bit disheveled, deep-set tired brown eyes, and pale skin with a hint of stubble, reflecting his long nights. He is always dressed in classic noir detective attire: a dark, heavy trench coat, a dark fedora pulled low over his eyes, a crisp white shirt, a dark tie, and dark trousers. His expression is typically grim and observant, and he often carries a sense of quiet determination. He is frequently seen in dimly lit, rain-slicked urban environments.
Page 1
Panel 1: Miles Corbin, a weary detective, sits alone at his messy desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey nearby.
“Another long night.”
Panel 2: A gloved hand slides a plain envelope under the frosted glass of Miles's office door.
Panel 3: Miles opens the envelope to reveal a single playing card (Queen of Spades) and a hastily scrawled address.
“What's this?”
Page 2
Panel 1: Miles's silhouette walks down a rain-slicked alley, fedora low, trench coat flapping in the wind.
Panel 2: Miles stands before the grimy, neon-lit facade of the 'Blind Pig' bar, its sign flickering.
“Here we go.”
Panel 3: Inside the dark bar, Miles finds a crumpled bar napkin with 'Mick' written on it, beneath an empty glass.
“Mick, huh?”
Page 3
Panel 1: Miles confronts a burly, scarred man named Mick, who glares back from behind a poker table.
“I don't know nothin'.”
Panel 2: Mick gestures towards a framed photo on the wall, showing a woman with a familiar, intricate brooch.
“Ask her, not me.”
Panel 3: Miles studies the photo, noticing the unique brooch matches a small, almost hidden detail on the original Queen of Spades card.
“A red herring.”
Page 4
Panel 1: Miles is back at his office, re-examining the Queen of Spades under a desk lamp, noticing a faint, almost invisible fingerprint on the corner.
“Fingerprints...”
Panel 2: Miles stands over his secretary, MRS. DAVIS, who sits at her desk, a small, intricate brooch pinned to her blouse.
“You sent it, didn't you?”
Panel 3: Mrs. Davis looks up, her face a mask of shock and betrayal, the brooch glinting under the office light.
“How did you know?”
