A Meh-rathon Murder Mystery!

Eccentric billionaire steam mop mogul Dallas McAllen has been murdered! And in his own home, no less, while a great party raged on. With 30 suspects and clues galore (some helpful, others less so) only Sadie Dufresne–an Inspector of the Royal Knights order (shorthand: IRK), one of the highest ranking detectives in all the land–can be trusted to solve the mystery. But she’ll need your help. So, what do you say? Will you help IRK Dufresne crack the case?

“Dallas McAllen, your godfather, cut you off recently, financially. Is that correct?” IRK Sadie Dufresne asks Jimmy Stetson.

“Jeez, you get right to the point,” Jimmy Stetson says. “Yeah, that’s correct.”

“And he was overheard saying the reason for doing so was your childish pursuits,” Sadie says. “You were spending money on what? Toys? Candy? Comic books?”

“That was after he cut me off,” Jimmy says, not making eye contact.

“What do you mean?” Sadie says, leaning in.

“I spent a fortune on a single FanMan comic book,” Jimmy says, “but not until after he took away my card and my checkbook and all that. I had to sneak into his account on the auction site to buy the damn thing.”

“So what was it you were pursuing earlier that caused Dallas McAllen to take away your funds?” Sadie asks.

“Not what, IRK Dufrense, but who,” Jimmy Stetson says. “I told him my plan to buy the comic book to win her over, and he said I needed to give up and move on.”

“A rare comic book to woo someone, huh?” Sadie says. “You couldn’t just get some flowers?”

“Absolutely not,” Jimmy Stetson says. “She works with flowers all day.”

“Hattie, the groundskeeper,” Sadie says.

“The keeper of the grounds is how she prefers it, but yeah,” Jimmy says. “She started working at the estate when she was twenty, and I was sixteen. I fell in love with her immediately and promised myself one day when I was older, I’d find a way to show her.”

“And where were you shortly after midnight?” Sadie says.

“Looking for her,” Jimmy says. “So I could give her her the issue and finally tell her how I feel.”

Several other guests confirm as much: Jimmy Stetson was frantically searching the party, waving around a small periodical in a protective sleeve all night. But nobody could account for Hattie’s whereabouts, even though she was supposed to be working.