The Curious Case of the Evil Blogger #ChampIsBack

By the time I reached the living room, my revered friend's voice had already reached a crescendo. I had heard it many a time before this during our cases over the years and knew that the villian of the piece would be revealed soon. I did not bother to knock as I opened the door and stepped in, hoping that I was not too late. My friend stood there behind the sofa, staring at the three guests who had come to the party for dinner. The host's dog sat idly by, a quizzical expression upon its...