Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 77

It would've been a nice little apartment if it hadn't been ransacked. There were a couple of nice paintings on the wall, one of a snow covered barn and the other looked to be a water color painting of a vase full of white daisies.

I stepped over all the clutter on the floor and walked into the middle of the living room, spinning on my heel for a panoramic view. I noticed a shelf near the window, whose contents had been swept into the floor. Now it began to make sense. It was four little plastic gold bowling trophies...