Day One Of all the cases I've had, this is surely the most singular one. The hair dryer is on my table, while I'm waiting for some powders and chemicals to arrive so I can do some fingerprint tests. Naturally, I don't take my stuff with me everywhere I go. At least I've found out whose glass it was next to epic's. And I discovered another clue to the mystery person's identity. Most interesting. I shall confront this individual later today. I was investigating the bathroom, when my eye fell on epic's hand -- his finger, and: yes, he had written something in the mirror. A sign, its shape reminded me of a candy cane. Was epic trying to write the name of his killer? Was it a T: Torrence, Theresa? Was it the beginning of an E: Eddie? Of a B: Brooke? Of a C: Crystal? Rotate the sign a bit, and it's the beginning of an H: Holly. Or the beginning of an M: Melody. This leaves Quentin and Steve. Holly, I've noticed, is constantly accusing Crystal. It's the most strange reaction to a murder I've ever seen. Holly doesn't seem to care what happens to anyone at all -- is she manic-depressive?