"Hmm, all the evidence seems to be fairly jumbled. However, these shoe markings are approximately twelve inches in length, and all this confetti all over the place seems rather telling," Caelwyn murmured, busy looking over what details he could find.
Oh this was more exciting than listening to Serling whine all night. The hunt was on!
And he looked up only briefly. "Miss Longfellow, brilliant idea. A mustache is the perfect disguise for you. The evidence seems clear. It must be someone from the festivities last night. We must go and question them immediately. Probably someone from the large tent!"