"Oh, dammit!" Oliver's arms swayed and dropped. He'd lost it again! Those damn papers! In a heavy sigh, Oliver Putnam turned to face them. "Have you seen my play script? I sit it down for two seconds, and poof! Gone!" He groaned, looking all over the place. "Feels just like all our suspects right now.. I can't believe it. We investigate everyone from first floor to top, and no one seen a thing." He scoffs. "I'm beginning to wonder if we'll even be able to solve this murder."