Detective Spin looked at his wall clock which signifies that it is a prompt timing. He put on his Mafia suit on a packed shirt he wore, and picked up his old diary with a candle-made cover, which was on his attic center table, beside his hat, which he picked and put on his fully grown hair. “ I must get to the root of Dr Croft’s project and what made him go missing,” he ruminated. Dr Croft, his friend, mustn't just disappear without a trace.
He struck his hand in the inner pocket of his suit and brought out his phone, then dialed Miss Sheila, the writer interested in Dr Croft's story, but wanted to write with a different view. Miss Sheila picked up the call and told him that she was waiting for him outside his suburban apartment already.
Detective Spin took a bunch of keys from the key hooks, which were beside the silver door, and aimed the golden handle of the same door. “ Good day Mr Spin”, Miss Sheila said with a bright smile while putting on a leather outfit. He handed a journal to her before telling her that you are welcome, and she answered, saying all pleasure is mine as she opened the journal, and “my project” was written on the first page of the journal.
This is one of your friend's journals “she asked”
“Yes there are three of them," he replied.
“So how will you get those ones?” she inquired.
“Never worry about that, as it goes, I will update you,” Detective Spin answers in a hurry.
They entered Spin’s car and he uttered, “There is so much controversy around Dr Croft, I think he being missing shows that some people either hijacked his project or silenced it.” he concluded.
“With all his wealth and achievements, instead of working together with the powers for growth, he decided to stand against them,” Miss Sheila said, blinking her eyes rapidly.
“How did you know that?” Detective Spin inquired and listened to her carefully.
“ I interviewed him some years ago, and I noticed that he was a tyrant, all he wanted to do was stand against the governing body,” she sighed and added.
“Well, what is the project all about ?”
Detective Spin shook his head, speechlessly.
Then, after nodding, “ It is about the production of flying wings that humans can use for transportation,” he answered specifically.
Miss Sheila’s look stood indifferent and not amazed, insinuating that her criticisms were intact. “ Isn't that a boondoggle project? Life has now revolved where planes, trains, cars, and bikes are now used for transportation. What is all about the wings project?”. She replied, raising one of her eyebrows to look at Detective Spin, who was busy looking through his diary.
“The last interaction we had, Dr Croft claims if the project is successful, it will be a competition in market because it is safe with 0.1 percent accidental occurrence, cheap to acquire, having no governmental control over it and arguably the fastest means of transportation to crown it all” Detective Spin answered Miss Sheila who has no ideas of what Dr Croft plans to attain and not ready to comprehend it in any ways.
“Oh!!, you see, it is all about competition, well missen or not, that won't hinder me from writing on it as a boondoggle project” Miss Sheila said and she wish Detective Spin good luck and stepped out of his car, picked her helmet that was hooked to her bike and left on her superbike which zoomed off with a loud contrasting sound.
Yes, detective spin whispered to himself, “ this is where I will start from,” and he started his car to drive to the location Dr Croft visited last, as expressed in the journal. “Mountain Everest”. Getting there, a helicopter he ordered to meet him in the location landed just in time. He stepped out of his car, covered his eyes with his right arm, and moved towards the helicopter as it blew a breeze that made his suit flap as he jumped in.
He locked himself in, and the helicopter flew up, and it continued to rise to the top of the mountain. Up there, the weather was extreme and the air was very thin. He came down and saw another journal almost frozen up there. He flipped to the last page and saw “ now that the project is completed, tested and successful, I would like to fly out of the Earth”.
No!!, Detective Spin screamed, knowing that it is a suicide mission to try flying off the earth with a prototype infrastructure with no protection, then he called himself back, knowing that he is becoming too emotional and that is not professional.
He reckoned to himself squatting down,“ it is totally obscene to act like that, Dr Croft is too smart to take stupid decisions, what of if the project is a boondoggle one truly as Miss Sheila said and Dr Croft is not willing to accept failing by trying to cover his track with his mystery disappearance” he reasoned and continued reasoning pulling a string of hair from his moustache.
“Being a very good friend of Dr Croft made me took it up with emergency to dig what is wrong with him as it is now a month that he has disappeared and seeing this scenery here puts me in a stage of limbo and whatever reason it might be, the project will be one of and if he is dead or alive, time will tell”, Detective Spin concluded and flew back down and after few days Miss Sheila came again to speak to him on in other to collect information and complete her article, and after he has given her all necessary details, he said “ it is a mystery that Dr Croft’s went missen but for the boondoggle project which is the title of you article, maybe it is or maybe it is not but life has to continue” he started firmly insinuating that he never buy the ideal of the title.
"Who cares" Miss Sheila replied after gulping a cup of coffee.
