“Open up!” The door to Ms. Susan’s apartment was flung open. A whole herd of policemen pushed up against the corner of the room along with me, Kenny Boyd. Light flooded in through the now open (and severely damaged) door. The sounds of heavy boots banging against the ground was deafening. How were we going to catch the criminal in the midst of all this chaos? After 5 long minutes of desperate searching, I spotted a cloaked figure moving swiftly between the bookcases, growing ever closer to the door. I blinked and then she was gone. But how could she just disappear…….