Hello, reader. I know my reputation as a world-famous literary detective precedes me. But, I will condescend to say that this week, I, Detective Sebastian Stone, after downing straight whiskey straight out of the hotel room bed, while reflecting on my various paramours as I stared into the pouring rain — I received a telephone call. The Warren Bear had been stolen. Campus morale was in shambles. I had said my last case would be the last before I retired, but I couldn’t leave UCSD — the very university where my detective partner disappeared under mysterious circumstances — to rot on a path unguided by the Warren Bear. I was on the case.
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