------------------The Next Day------------------

Fillmore and Ingrid approached the door to the art club once more. Torvald was quick to answer the door, but he looked different than last time. He seemed nowhere near the strict leader that he usually was, and there was a slight quiver in his voice as he spoke.

"Uhh…hi officers. C-can I help you?"

Ingrid cleared her throat.

"Do you have any portraits by a 'Clarice Wilson'?"

Torvald slowly nodded, then turned to approach the archives.

"Erm, right this way."

He opened the cabinet and pulled out a file labeled 'Wilson, Clarice.'

"Well…here's the file. Which picture did you have in mind?"

Both officers paused. Then Fillmore remembered: every time Shade had spoken to him, she said 'shadows tell no secrets' just before making her departure. What if she was trying to tell him something? Finally, he snapped out of his trance.

"Anything along the lines of 'shadows tell no secrets'?"

Torvald's scaredy-cat attitude became much more enthusiastic when he heard those words.

"Shadows tell no secrets? Ah yes, you want 'The Shadow's Secrets'. Coming right up!"

Torvald turned to the studio once more and returned with one picture, placing it on the easel.

"OK, here you go."

Fillmore's eyes popped at the sight of the picture.

A bright white moon blinded Fillmore for about an hour, after which he took in the darkly mountaintop standing before the delicate brushstrokes used to paint the moonlight. Still, the night sky of the picture was so dark that he could hardly notice the slender young girl dancing in the moonlight.

Fillmore shook it off and began looking around the picture frame, but looking for nothing in particular. Then, something seemed to brush against his finger. In slight surprise, he looked to Torvald.

"Uhh we might be here a while. Don't wait up."

"Fine by me." Torvald shrugged and returned to his studio.

Ingrid watched him leave before looking back to her partner.

"What is it?"

In answer, Fillmore pulled out a used paintbrush with a disgusting yellow still on its tip. Ingrid raised an eyebrow before reading the note attached to the brush.

"Torvald may not be easy to scare

But your perp has made him more aware

Of his pitiful grades. But fear not, little lamb

For now you know who I am."

In place of a signature, there was a sticker of a red rose lying on its side. Ingrid handed Fillmore the note.

"What do you think it means?"

Fillmore raised an eyebrow at the sight of the rose before looking briefly back at the painting.

It was then that he noticed the girl dancing in the picture's moonlight.

"Disco!" He whispered in both awe and shock.

It was Shade.