It was my first day starting my job as a detective. I was super excited about beginning this new, albeit different, job. I wore my best uniform, grabbed my magnifying glass, and walked to my office. First, I tried to solve a problem in the city. There was a man who believed his tablet was stolen. I got into my car and went to the crime scene. I knocked on the door, and it was opened for us. We entered a room and examined the area. In the room, there was a chef, a little boy (the man’s son), a driver, and a cleaning lady. I found them all suspicious.
As I walked around the room, I questioned who might have taken the tablet. Eventually, I found a book on the floor and flipped through the pages. On the 120th page, there was a telephone number written. I suspected that the person who stole the tablet might have dropped it along with the book. We called the telephone number, and the ringing sound was coming from the kitchen. The telephone belonged to the cleaning lady. Finally, we identified the person who had stolen the tablet. The man reclaimed his tablet, and the woman was dismissed from her job.