THE CASE FILES
FITZROY BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
CASE FILE
Listen up, rookie…
The trail's gone cold near the south side. Somewhere loud, somewhere little feet roam. Read the verse. Find the spot. That's your challenge.
~ THE RIDDLE ~
Where soft brown carpet cushions the fall,
And a wave of steel runs high and thin,
A spider's web of rope won't catch a fly—
Yet climbers rise where laughter thrives.
Near courts and ovals, south of the green,
What kingdom thrives on squeals unseen?