Detective Peter Pux sat at his desk, staring at the folder in front of him. It was his first day as detective first class, and he had already been handed a new case.

A string of burglaries had been reported in a wealthy neighborhood, and Pux had been assigned to lead the investigation. He was excited to get started, but he knew that this case would be a challenge. The burglaries had been well-planned and executed, with no witnesses or clues left behind.

He spent the day going over the reports and talking to the victims, trying to get a sense of what had happened. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important.

As he headed home that evening, Pux couldn't help but feel frustrated. He knew he had to find a way to get ahead of this case before the burglaries escalated into something more serious.

But as he walked into his apartment, he was greeted by a sight that sent a chill down his spine. His living room had been ransacked, and all of his valuables were gone.

Pux's heart raced as he called for backup and began to search for clues. It was clear that he had been targeted by the burglars, and he knew that he had to catch them before they struck again.