No Clue Page #9

leaving the company.

And he hated him for starting

a rival company.

So, how do you know he didn't do it?

Because if Nelson wanted Miles dead,

he would have hired a killer,

instead of a thief.

I'm imagining you in a red corvette.

That's pure speculation on my part.

You mean you knew?

Hang on, now I'm imagining

you in a tube top.

You were on to me the whole time!

Hardly. I didnt know anybody hired

you for anything.

Until tonight - when I said something about the

head of the video game company...

Son of a b*tch set me up.

Who? Horn?

When I sad the name Horn,

you acted like that was the video game

guy you were talking about.

Is that him?

But, you didn't know him. So...

It must have been Nelson.

Hmmm, aren't you smart?

Always said smart on

my report cards.

Usually followed by the

words "ass" or "mouth".

So, if Horn didn't want Miles dead, then

what was all the cloak and dagger?

Fraud.

I think Horn was screwing

over his investors.And I think

Miles was in on it with him.

And in one year from now, we're all

gonna be a lot richer.

See, Horn got everybody

all jacked up

with this exciting new video game

that Miles was developing.

Then, they issue an IPO.

And IPO means Initial Pub...

- I know what an IPO means, okay.

- What moron doesn't know what an IPO is?

Anyway...

The stock was red hot and

everybody bought in.

And then they staged Miles'

disappearance.

He even made it look like he mighta been hurt.

He wasn't there and it looked like his place

had been trashed.

No Miles, no game.

Everybody wants to sell their stock, and

the share price plummets.

So how does that help

Miles and Horn?

They buy all the stock back at

the deflated price.

Only that would look suspicious, right?

So they did it through

separate holding companies.

Arrowpoint, Blaster, Coldriver.

And then suddenly Miles reappears,

the stock prices sky rocket,

and they make a fortune.

Yeah, that was their plan.

Only, miles failed to reappear.

Well, in any useful way.

I still don't get who killed him.

Alright, okay...

I'm gettin' to that.

Geez, I go though this

whole rigamarol...

Give me that little moment at the end

where I get to say how I solved it.

Anyway, through the course of my

in-depth investigation,

I kept having conversations with

this guy named Danny.

Nelson really hated Miles.

Nelson hates Miles

more than he's letting on.

He was super-keen to load me up

with a bunch of different suspects.

Check out this crazy chick

who's stalking Miles.

But the kicker was when we found

that note in Miles' hotel room...

DDAYSPM.

Dos that mean anything?

I didn't get it at first, but earlier

in the day,

Danny had introduced me to

some of his co-workers.

J-Bird, A-Train, T-Rex.

I spent all day tryin' to come up

with a nickname like that for my name.

L...

Ella Fitzgerald.

L...

Eleanor Rigby.

I think that's why it dawned on me later.

That note didn't say DDAY, it said:

D- Day. J- Bird, T- Rex, D- Day.

Danny.

When I looked at it like that,

then the SPM kinda stood apart.

and I realized it's not an S,

it's a 5.

D- Day Danny was coming to

Miles' hotel room at 5PM.

What for?

I think that Danny was doing

all Miles design and

computer programming for him.

See, earlier, Danny went out of his

way to kinda downplay his abilities.

I'm Danny, I'm just a junior

programmer.

But it was obvious he was their

best programmer.

No, the gibson gibble is the blander fandele.

and the happa glapa is the skibpy doo.

Or...words to that effect.

Why would Danny do all that work

for no credit?

Well, uh, I don't think he had

any choice.

See, once I figured out that you stole

all that stuff from Miles' safe,

- I told you I stole it.

Regardless...

It got me thinkin'...

comic books could be valuable,

sports memorabilia could be valuable,

but...

when is a license plate valuable?

Nelson's wife was killed in a hit-and-run

outside V5.

They never caught who did it.

Well, it's valuable...

if used in blackmail.

I bet if we give that license

plate to the cops

They run the number, they find

out it's registered to Danny.

I'm not going to the cops.

Ah...maybe you should look around.

I'm a thief.

I can't get tied to this.

Well, I know that, but maybe,

you know, maybe if you laid low.

Leo, you know where the license

plate is. I have to disappear.

Well, maybe you could disappear

for a-a little while

and then,

later you could come back and...

And just like that, she was gone.

Sometimes, to this day,

when the wind blows...

I can still smell

her perfume in the air.

What do you mean "to this day"?

Didn't this all go down last night?

I was being poetic.

More like "pathetic",

It's just been a couple hours

you can probably still smell her

perfume on your shirt.

Maybe. She made me miss laundry night.

Yeah, so the, uh, woman I told you about

said the license plate was in here.

And why would she tell this to you?

She raises a good question.

Well, I, uh, I don't know exactly why...

I think maybe she came into my

office by mistake.

See, there's, uh, a private detective's office

on the same floor as mine, so...

And what is it you do?

Oh, he sells foamy beer hats

and fobby whatnots

- Who are you?

Oh, this is Ernie.

He's unemployable due to

mental shortcomings.

Which is probably why he as

all those unpaid parking tickets.

Or did you pay those?

No, not yet?

Here it is.

Oh, look at that.

Uh, I think, if I remember...

She also said there was a hockey card

and a comic book or something.

Down there, if I, if I remember

correctly from our brief encounter.

Nope, just this.

Ah, well my mistake.

Curse World was

my design.

And I had to just shut up

and watch him take all the credit for it.

And he was forcing me to create

his next game, too.

So you went to his hotel,

and instead of doing his work,

you killed him.

What?

Miles is dead?

It's a little late for that, pal.

- No, no, no...what, I...

I, I did not...

I did not kill him.

Danny Carwin, you are under arrest

for the murder of Miles Severeign.

No, no, no, no...

I thought this was about the hit a run,...

I didn't kill Miles!

This was...No, no please, no!

I did not...

I did not do this.

Please, please this is a mistake.

Hi, tough guy.

Reese.what are you...

How did you know where I work?

Oh, I was kind of a bad girl.

I followed you back here once.

Why?

I don't know. You just intrigue me, I guess.

Oh, well, that's very flattering, but

look, I'm twice your age.

- You're funny.

And, yes, I'm funny.

I'm probably a hell of a lot of fun

to be around, but, uh, still...

I'm not attracted to you, silly.

I was interested because you

were asking a lot of questions.

You scared me with those matches.

You knew I was at Miles' hotel,

didn't you?

Um...no.

Who's Miles?

You're a nut. A nosy little nut who squirrelled

his way into somewhere where he did not belong.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...where's everybody

gettin' guns? This is Canada!

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