Gumshoe jumped in his car and slammed his foot on the pedal. There were a lot of things about spying he didn’t understand. Technology, for example. Teamwork. Puzzles.

But there were a lot of things he DID get. And among those were stakeouts, gunfights, and ****ing car chases.

By the time he was halfway there Gumshoe had attracted two cops on speeding, and had subsequently lost ‘em. He knew he had to be faster than any cop to get there. He knew it, even though he was sure, deep in his hurt that it was already too late.

Dammit, Gent… hold on just… hold on for four more minutes.