The mare was pressing a hoof to the board, tapping what seemed to be an object captured just in the background of a news article she had pinned up a week before. Several red strings spanned from it to other places on the board, held by thumbtacks in connections she had drawn otherwise, and she certainly didn’t seem as if she was going to stop any time soon.
“You’re crazy, dame, you know…”
The zebra puffed on a cigar, righting his newspaper and rolling his eyes. Chalking it up to one of those crazy conspiracies the mare always had, he looked back down to his paper, looking over the continuing article on the unfortunate demise of some pony at the hooves of a criminal. Something caught his eye in the image however… Right there, in the background was… wait…
“Wait, let me see that article again…”