One, two three, she's staring at me
Four, five six, my heart broke like sticks
Seven, eight, I was too late
Nine, ten, it's happening again.

The poem intimidatingly repeats in my mind. I lost her. Anne Marie Annette, the first women to ever single handedly save six-thousand children from a flaming building is captured in the grasp of an unknown suspect. For years all I've done is search and dilute suspects one by one but still no one is to be shown guilty. My hope has extinguished like fire burned out by snow, and my heart had broken like glass crushed by a weight heavier than any burden. Still as I feel set up for infinite failure, I will resume my quest in finding Anne.

As I focus my eyes to a rugged, crumbled price of paper I realize for the first time, there is something written on it. Slowly, I unwind the ball of paper and read the note.

Hello old friend,
I'm sorry to intrude on your little love story, but I need to borrow Anne for a while. Thank you for understanding. Oh yeah minor tip, if you ever want to see her again bring the crystal before the feather falls.
Your Dear Chap,
H̸͟͞e̸͟͞c̸͟͞t̸͟͞o̸͟͞r̸͟͞ W̸͟͞a̸͟͞l̸͟͞l̸͟͞i̸͟͞s̸͟͞

I read over the letter several times baffled; resting my hands over each word. What does he mean bring the crystal before the feather falls? Where is that? I trace over the name of the mysterious thief with my eyes unable to read who this man is. I glare at the paper with tears staining my cheeks in fear I'm too late to solve this mystery. My hands reach for a pen as my stone grey eyes laser onto the engraved name of this character.

"I must know!" I shout to the wind.

I dig deep into my mind searching for anything I can remember.

"The only criminal who even knew Anne would be-" I start.
"Hector Wallis." Travis Jeniousmen, AKA my partner in investigation interrupts.

I bang my fist on the table as my heart burns with anger and betrayal. After all this time Hector William Wallis was behind this ungrateful scheme. I have to find Anne... But it might be too late. The feather falling must be a figure speech of some kind. Hector was always a trippy man, who tried to confuse and convince people into the wrong thing in order for him to get all of his desires. I've been fooled! Well if his unexpected event has fooled me, than I shall simply return the favor. I guess I could say a fool for a fool.