You'd just attended the last lecture and Q & A panel of the evening at the law enforcement convention. You were eager to grab a drink with your colleague Detective Theora when you were drawn to a commotion in the lobby.
Theora explained to the panicked hotel manager that she was a detective. It seemed while the staff was distracted someone had snuck behind the reception desk into the office and broken into the hotel safe, then ran out with an especially wealthy and powerful guest's jewelry. Out of all the guests at your convention conveniently packed into the hotel, none had been able to prevent or even notice the crime.
There were, however, several civilian guests who'd been in the lobby during the theft and claimed to have seen the thief run off with arms full of jewelry. Twenty-four separate civilians. And they all swore the thief hadn't even been wearing a mask and they'd recognize the face if they ever saw it again.
Of the twenty-four assembled, only five were women. Theora suggested you start with them first.
Anita. College girl. Soft, round face, twinkly blue eyes, and golden hair in loose pigtails. She wore a tight soccer jersey around her petite frame and a tiny pair of shorts.
Anne. Dark skinned and full-figured in a casual dress with a vivid design. Golden hoop earrings. Hair in an Afro. Make-up expertly applied to her full, shiny lips, cheeks, and brown eyes.
Claire. Middle-aged woman with short, curly, fiery orange hair in designer eye glasses and an expensive hat. Her make-up was not subtle. Nor was the fact that she'd squeezed into a dress a couple sizes too small for her.
Maria. Golden bronze skin. Soft traces of a Mexican accent when she spoke. She wore a jaunty beret on top of her wavy, chocolatey tresses. Her lips were full and shiny with a glossy, neon colored lipstick, almost red and almost purple. She wore a stylish blouse with the designer's name in big bold letters on the front and a neckline deep enough to show off a glimpse of round, tan cleavage.
Susan. Sharp red cheeks. Full red lips. Long, voluminous platinum blonde hair. She wore a tight aerobics uniform to show off her lean form.
Hotel management agreed to provide you and Theora each with an office to talk to the witnesses.
"I'll work on the men," Theora said. "You start with the women. You've got a pen and paper with you to sketch?"
You nodded.
"Good," she said. "You're the best sketch artist I know. I have no idea how you manage to get such good descriptions out of witnesses. Especially when you mostly just ask them yes or no questions."
But which witness were you going to get a description from first?
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