Edgar Wolfe

CASE: PI-T-TH-1143 A terrorist outfit threatening to blow the Capitol sky-high unless the governor resigns within seven days. Sounds like something cooked up in a Hollywood picture house, doesn't it? Unfortunately, this ain't the movies, and I'm the poor sap holding the ticket. The evidence points to one man: Edgar Wolfe. Four years ago, you put that mad genius behind bars after stopping his grand scheme to turn New York into one giant funeral pyre. Now somebody's picking up where he left off, and the clock is ticking. Seven days. That's all we've got before the Capitol becomes a pile of smoking rubble. So I paid a visit to an old acquaintance in a place where the walls are thick, the lights never dim, and the company is enough to sour a man's stomach. There he sat, Edgar Wolfe, waiting beneath the cold glare of fluorescent lights, wearing that same smug grin I remembered all too well. I figured I'd get a few answers. Instead, he offered me a game of five-dimensional chess. The price of admission? The truth. Now, I don't know whether this lunatic has his fingerprints all over the plot or whether some bright spark is simply copying his old tricks. Either way, Wolfe knows something, and I'm not leaving that room empty-handed. Seven days to uncover the truth, find the people behind the threat, and keep the Capitol standing. Just another day at the office. I swear, I ought to find myself a quieter line of work. Then again, where's the fun in that?