Office âSo what do you think of this case?â Inspector Hisham grunted as he sat down on his well-worn chair. The inspector was a middle-aged man with a short crop of hair and a steadily growing paunch though he took efforts to wear striped shirts to hide it. His colleague, Sergeant Lee shook his bald head. By design, he always told himself, finishing the job where nature stopped her hand, rather than foolishly keeping tufts of hair to the side. Sergeant Lee was slightly taller than his partner but not much better in shape. âLooks like a tough one,â Sergeant Lee mumbled. Computers were not his thing, and murdered computer science professors with cryptic messages were decidedly not his customary cup of teh-o. Knife-wielding gangsters, murderous maids and wily conmen he can handle but all these computer stuff made him feel out-of-sorts and uncomfortably aware of his age.