Alarm at Harbor Road
Caldmere Fire Station, Caldmere
Someone has been pulling the fire station's exterior alarm box — the one bolted to the brick wall on the Harbor Road side — every night for a week. No fire, no smoke, just a clanging bell at 11 PM sharp that wakes the bunkroom and sends two trucks screaming out for nothing.
Everyone has something to hide.
34. Department's best medic and worst cook (the chili is his). Former Navy corpsman. Calm to the point of being unnerving. Has nightmares he doesn't mention.
A French-Canadian transplant who came to Caldmere for the seafood. An extraordinary chef, a terrible businessman. His food is transcendent. His management style is volcanic.
27. Nonbinary. Reserved, precise, dry. Came to Caldmere to disappear. Manages the library's digital catalog, security cameras, and alarm system — quietly overqualified for a small-town library.
Can you name the culprit?
Read the case file, interrogate the suspects, and make your accusation — five guesses to crack it. The deduction board and the solution are for detectives only.
Caldmere, Maine.
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