text: ot is back to the south, and a bathroom door stands to the east. An ivory telephone sits on the desk.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for "Who Killed the Robins Family?".
  
  > go to the west
  The stench of burnt popcorn lingers in the air. A microwave with a thin tan layer of grease sits in the corner. A tawny brown vending machine sags in the corner with half of its buttons darkened or flickering. A small oat-colored fan is oscillating in the center, trying to clear out the smell. A few coffee-stained tables and several chairs are scattered around the room. The lobby is back to the
  east.
  
  Cindy is sitting at a table.
  
  Cindy pops her neck.
  
  > say the tryst
  (to Cindy)
  "Cindy, Chuck admitted that he spent the night with Rosalita last week."
  
  "I knew it. I just knew it." She shakes her head. "He...But I can't fault him. They were married for a long, long time. They probably still loved each other, you know?"
  
  "Did you know anything about it?"
  
  "I mean, I saw the flowers he sent her, but I didn't know they were together. But it doesn't surprise me. Although now I wonder
  what Danny's up to; he told me she was at the shelter last Wednesday."
  
  > Link volunteer to tryst
  Danny claims that Rosalita was volunteering at a shelter on Wednesday, but Chuck says she was with him.
  
  [New topic - Absent]
  
  Cindy runs her finger over the table, feeling the dents and stains.
  
  > go east
  The neutral tones suggest a professional but boring atmosphere. A faded rainbow stencil on the wall invites you to KOL studios; the R has worn off. The sepia-hued front desk hardly fits in this cramped room, but the beige ceiling is quite high; it looks like it was once part of a larger room. The muddy carpet is scuffed and worn, curling up on the edges. One of the off-white fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickers intermittently. Another light buzzes at the edge of your hearing. The smell of burnt popcorn wafts in from a break room to the west. The doorway to the north leads to the hallway.
  The parking lot is back to the south, and a bathroom door stands to the east. An ivory telephone sits on the desk.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for Ronald Reagan.
  
  > Go north
  You are standing in a dim hallway with muddy carpet and beige walls. A battered navy blue door leads to the west. A heavy
  seaweed-green door to the east is labelled "Studio". A red
  On-Air light is mounted next to the door. The hallway extends to the north. You can also go south to return to the lobby.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing Too Much Heaven.
  
  > Go north
  You move carefully through the dim and narrow hallway. It smells of cleaner mingled with faint perfume. It terminates to the north
  at a hazel wood door. Its smooth surface is polished and warm in the chill hallway. A nameplate next to the door reads "Rosalita Morales". To the west hangs an apple red door, with a nameplate saying
  "Daniel Kostopolous". To the east is a narrow metal closet
  door.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing Too Much Heaven.
  
  > Go west
  This office is decorated with flashy shades of red. It's large enough to fit a massive cherry desk, rows of mahogany bookshelves, and a battered scarlet cabinet. The walls are empty and clean, although the paint is patchy in spots, reaching to a textured plaster ceiling. A wine red floor lamp in the corner has been turned off. The blinds are open to the dim light from outside, punctuated by flashes of lightning. The soft rose carpet is matted and ragged, but looks recently cleaned.
  
  Danny is highly irritated. He is breathing deeply, trying to relax.
  
  Danny takes off his glasses to wipe them with his sweater, then returns them to his face.
  
  > say absent
  (to Danny)
  "Danny, you said that Rosalita volunteered at the shelter last Wednesday, but Chuck says they spent the night."
  
  He shakes his head. "I can't believe it..."
  
  He looks up at you. "Why would Rosalita lie to me? Why?" His face turns reddish. "That woman..."
  
  Danny furrows his brow and looks at the floor. He chews on his lip, then speaks. "I wasn't being completely honest about my conversation with Rosalita. There's more that I need to tell you."
  
  "Sounds like we need to go over your statement again."
  
  > say the statement
  (to Danny)
  "Tell me your story again."
  
  "Of course, officer."
  
  You lean back as Danny gives you a statement. You can picture it all in your head...
  
  This studio is the jewel of the station; a green-colored jewel, like an emerald, you suppose. The walls, floor, and ceiling are thickened and hollowed, covered with acoustic panels. The microphones hanging from the ceiling are vintage, from the golden era of broadcasting, when they made microphones right. You constructed the table in the center out of soft wood. The chairs, though, are just left over from the last tenants, years ago. The soundproof door to the west
  leads to the hallway. The control room is to the east, but the technician is still reviewing the show before broadcast.
  
  "I'm Danny Kostopolous, the Voice of the Heartland. Join me tomorrow, when I'll present my top ten government agencies that need to be eliminated. Thanks for listening."
  
  You pause until your theme song finishes playing. The technician from the control room gives you a thumbs up. You switch off your microphone.
  
  You stand up. You sigh. If your suspicions are true, you're going to have to confront Rosalita. But you need to be absolutely sure; the annual report is in your filing cabinet, where she can't get it.
  
  > go to the north
  This hallway always smells like Rosalita; she loves Chanel No. 5. Her office lies to the north. Her plain hazel wood door is not
  nearly as impressive as your bright red door to the west. The
  closet to the east is the receptionist's.
  
  The radio is playing Sister Christian.
  
  > go to the west
  Your spacious office is neat and tidy; the receptionist must have cleaned it up. Bookshelves line two walls, stuffed with overflow from Chuck's office. Your heavy desk sits in the middle of the room with a black swivel chair pushed close to it. The large window that you pushed hard for stretches across one wall, and your soft carpet cushions your feet.
  
  The cabinet with your documents is here. All you really need is the report, though.
  
  > look up the report
  Paging through the report, your suspicions are confirmed. The amount KOLR donated to Roses for Rehab last year is less than you raised personally at your gala. There must be far more money than is being reported here. You could look at the bank reconciliation, but you already have enough information here.
  
  How is this possible? You have to talk to Rosalita.
  
  > Go east
  This hallway always smells like Rosalita; she loves Chanel No. 5. Her office lies to the north. Her plain hazel wood door is not
  nearly as impressive as your bright red door to the west. The
  closet to the east is the receptionist's.
  
  The radio is playing an ad for "Amadeus".
  
  > Go north
  (first opening the hazel door)
  
  This huge office sprawls across the north side of the building. You offered it to her when you moved here. A tall desk chair upholstered with crimson leather dominates the room behind an art deco desk. Bookshelves crawl up the walls, illuminated by giant windows with burgundy drapes.
  
  Rosalita is wearing a muted pink dress with a black suit jacket. A large carnation is pinned to her lapel. Her brown hair dips low over one eye and is pulled into a low ponytail behind her. The creases under her eyes and at the corners of her mouth are deeper than they were a year ago.
  
  On the desk is a vase of flowers with a note that draws your attention.
  
  > talk to Rosa
  (Rosalita)
  
  Rosalita speaks first. "Danny, I'm glad you're here. Have you had a chance to review the annual report?"
  
  "Just finished looking over it."
  
  She stands and rubs her eyes. They look red. You ask, "Rosalita, are you okay?"
  
  "It's nothing. It's just that it's getting harder each year to get advertisers, you know? Everyone's moving over to television."
  
  "You've got your cassete sales."
  
  She smiles wryly, but then the smile fades.
  
  "Rosalita, listen," you continue, "If there's something going on, you can tell me."
  
  She shakes her head. "I'm fine." She walks to the door, and hesitates.
  
  > talk to Rosa
  (Rosalita)
  You pause.
  
  "Rosalita, I've checked the numbers. I know about Roses for Rehab."
  
  She presses her lips together, and closes her eyes as tears run down her cheek. "Oh Danny, I'm so glad you know. It's been torture."
  
  "I can't say I really feel sorry for you, Rosalita. That money--people really thought they were doing something good with it, like it meant something. And you just took it."
  
  "Danny, I know, I know, I know. Listen, I'm going to write them a check, later in the week. I'm going to give the money back... I can't sleep, I can hardly eat, it's been torture. "
  
  "Rosalita..."
  
  I-I just-" She stands still for a moment, then gives you a hurried hug before rushing out the door and down the hallway.
  
  [New topic - Fraud]
  
  > go south
  This hallway always smells like Rosalita; she loves Chanel No. 5. Her office lies to the north. Her plain hazel wood door is not
  nearly as impressive as your bright red door to the west. The
  closet to the east is the receptionist's.
  
  The radio is playing Footloose.
  
  > go to the south
  You're just outside the studio door, by Chuck's old office. Still stings each time you walk by. The On-Air light is turned off. Your office and Rosa's are to the north. You can also go
  south to return to the lobby.
  
  The radio is playing Footloose.
  
  > Go south
  The lobby is the first thing visitors see when they visit KOLR, so you try to keep it looking good. As you cast about a critical eye, you notice that the stencil on the wall is wearing off. It'll need repainting in about a month. The carpet is clean, but it's looking worn out. The front desk looks pretty good, so you can keep that for a while. The buzzing of one of the lights resonates in your skull in a painful way; that's got to get fixed quick. The offices are back to the north, and the parking lot is south. You can also
  reach the bathroom or the break room from here, but you prefer to spend as little time in those two rooms as possible.
  
  Cindy is here, answering phone calls.
  
  "Yeah, Janet told me about it, it's called a Synpiece and you wear it like a contact lens. It's so weird."
  
  > go south
  "But she was gone, Detective. And that's what happened."
  
  You clear your mind, and return to yourself.
  
  Danny's Office
  This office is decorated with flashy shades of red. It's large enough to fit a massive cherry desk, rows of mahogany bookshelves, and a battered scarlet cabinet. The walls are empty and clean, although the paint is patchy in spots, reaching to a textured plaster ceiling. A wine red floor lamp in the corner has been turned off. The blinds are open to the dim light from outside, punctuated by flashes of lightning. The soft rose carpet is matted and ragged, but looks recently cleaned.
  
  Danny is highly irritated. He is breathing deeply, trying to relax.
  
  Danny scratches his ear.
  
  > say the fraud
  (to Danny)
  "Tell me again about Rosalita's charity."
  
  "Listen, I'll try to keep it simple for you. Roses For Rehab has fundraisers every year. It's a big deal around here, everyone gets in on it. But I checked the records, and the numbers just weren't adding up. I confronted Rosalita about it, and she confessed to stealing it, then ran off. That's the last I ever saw her."
  
  "Does anyone else know about this?"
  
  "I don't know; Cindy did everything with Rosalita, maybe she would know."
  
  "I'm not sure she'll talk to me. She might deny working with Rosalita."
  
  "Did she tell you anything about it before?" he asks.
  
  > link the fraud to troubled
  You can't link those.
  
  Danny rubs his knee, a grimace crossing his face.
  
  > Your thoughts
  Current thoughts:
  Fraud - "Rosalita Morales was defrauding her charity before she
  died."
  Absent - "Rosalita told Danny she was at the shelter, but she was
  with Chuck."
  Tryst - "Chuck spent all night with Rosalita last Wednesday." Conversation - "Chuck said that he didn't talk to Morales, but
  Danny claims that they did talk."
  Missing - "Maia found a stack of receipts that Danny said was accounted for."
  Hidden - "Maia found a bunch of receipts hidden in the studio."
  Buses - "Maia said she took a bus home, but Cindy said the buses weren't running."
  Home - "Maia took the bus home after talking with Rosalita." Speechless - "Chuck claims he didn't have a chance to talk with Rosalita on Wednesday afternoon."
  Volunteer - "Rosalita told Danny she was at the shelter Wednesday night."
  Troubled - "Rosalita was troubled by something when Danny spoke to
  her last."
  Flowers - "Chuck sent Rosalita flowers the day after they talked." Records - "All receipts and files for KOLR were accounted for last year."
  Stranger - "Cindy saw a strange man in a yellow poncho hovering
  over Rosalita Morales."
  Parade - "The streets were closed down for a parade all morning." Accounting - "Cindy did the accounting for Roses for Rehab"
  Death - "Rosalita was shot on February 29th in her office."
  Sister - "Maia Morales was Rosalita's sister."
  Secretary - "Cindy Jalcek was Rosalita's Secretary."
  Ex - "Chuck Lee is the former husband of Rosalita Morales."
  Partner - "Daniel Kostopoulos was the business partner of Rosalita Morales."
  Statement - "You need to take the statements of the suspects"
  Greeting - "You need to introduce yourself to the suspects." Assistance - "The chief is always willing to give you help. (This gives a basic tutorial)."
  Suspicion - "The Chief thinks that someone close to her was
  involved in her death."
  Testament - "Rosalita left all of her possessions to four people in her will."
  
  > link the fraud to missing
  You can't link those.
  
  Danny tries to pick something out of his teeth covertly.
  
  > Go east
  You move carefully through the dim and narrow hallway. It smells of cleaner mingled with faint perfume. It terminates to the north
  at a hazel wood door. Its smooth surface is polished and warm in the chill hallway. A nameplate next to the door reads "Rosalita Morales". To the west hangs an apple red door, with a nameplate saying
  "Daniel Kostopolous". To the east is a narrow metal closet
  door.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for Walter Mondale.
  
  > Go south
  You are standing in a dim hallway with muddy carpet and beige walls. A battered navy blue door leads to the west. A heavy
  seaweed-green door to the east is labelled "Studio". A red
  On-Air light is mounted next to the door. The hallway extends to the north. You can also go south to return to the lobby.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for Jeopardy.
  
  > Go south
  The neutral tones suggest a professional but boring atmosphere. A faded rainbow stencil on the wall invites you to KOL studios; the R has worn off. The sepia-hued front desk hardly fits in this cramped room, but the beige ceiling is quite high; it looks like it was once part of a larger room. The muddy carpet is scuffed and worn, curling up on the edges. One of the off-white fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickers intermittently, and another buzzes at the edge of hearing. The smell of burnt popcorn wafts in from a break room to the west. The doorway to the north leads to the hallway. The
  parking lot is back to the south, and a bathroom door stands to the east. An ivory telephone sits on the desk.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing Think of Laura.
  
  > go to the west
  The stench of burnt popcorn lingers in the air. A microwave with a thin tan layer of grease sits in the corner. A tawny brown vending machine sags in the corner with half of its buttons darkened or flickering. A small oat-colored fan is oscillating in the center, trying to clear out the smell. A few coffee-stained tables and several chairs are scattered around the room. The lobby is back to the
  east.
  
  Cindy is sitting at a table.
  
  The fan clicks and sputters.
  
  > link the fraud to absent
  You can't link those.
  
  Cindy hums a short song.
  
  > say the fraud
  (to Cindy)
  "I've been informed that Rosalita was stealing money from Roses for Rehab."
  
  Cindy goes as pale as a sheet. "Oh, no..."
  
  "Do you know anything about this?"
  
  "No, no, no... I wasn't a part of this. I wasn't involved."
  
  Something tickles the back of your brain... something Cindy said earlier...
  
  > link the fraud to the accounting
  Rosalita was defrauding Roses for Rehab, and Cindy did all of the accounting. Cindy must have been involved.
  
  [New topic - Accomplice]
  
  The lights flicker for a moment, and the fan slows. Then they pick up again.
  
  > say the accomplice
  (to Cindy)
  "I've been informed that Rosalita was stealing money from Roses for Rehab before her death. And that you were involved."
  
  Cindy looks surprised for a moment. Then a look of panic crosses her face.
  
  "Cindy, you were Rosalita's personal assistant. These are serious allegations. You may have to be taken into custody if you're involved."
  
  Her eyes harden, and she sits up straighter. "What if I made you a deal? Gave you some bigger fish to fry?"
  
  "I can't make any promises, but if you cooperate in this investigation, your sentence may be reduced."
  
  "Listen, I'm changing my statement. I have to tell you the truth. But you have to promise to work with me."
  
  "I'll do what I can."
  
  > say the statement
  (to Cindy)
  "Tell me your story again."
  
  "Fine."
  
  You lean back as Cindy gives you a statement. You can picture it all in your head...
  
  Parking Lot
  The dawn sun smiles on you as you stand in the parking lot, and you smile back. Looks like you got here just in time; the lot is starting to fill up, and that means the studio will open soon. The wind cuts through your jacket like a knife, but the smell of rice and hot oil from the Chinese restaurant warms your heart. You know where you're getting lunch today. The lobby door is north from here.
  
  The bus drops you off, then gasps and wheezes away. You're lucky you got here in time; the police were closing off the streets for a parade. The next bus isn't until noon.
  
  Time to get to work.
  
  > go north
  This lobby is much bigger than the one at your old receptionist job. You glance at the KOLR logo you stenciled on the wall your first week; it always comforts you. The ceiling in this room is ten feet high, and your desk is huge. You've vacuumed this carpet so many times that it's almost worn through in places. The lights in the ceiling are wigging out again, you'll have to replace them, but the stepladder has been missing for weeks. The doorway to the north leads to the
  hallway. The parking lot is back to the south, and the bathroom is to the east.
  
  The phone sits on the desk.
  
  The unmistakable stench of burning popcorn rolls in from the break room to the west.
  
  You see Rosalita coming out of the break room. She seems lost in thought. "Oh, Cindy, it's you!" She looks around, and leans in. "Listen, my sister's in the break room again. Can you make sure she leaves? I have to talk to Chuck in a few minutes, and I don't want her to be here."
  
  You nod, and she walks into the hallway. She turns around and beckons you closer. "I'm worried that he knows about Roses for Rehab. You know what will happen to both of us if he does." With that, she walks to her office.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  > Go west
  This lobby is much bigger than the one at your old receptionist job. You glance at the KOLR logo you stenciled on the wall your first week; it always comforts you. The ceiling in this room is ten feet high, and your desk is huge. You've vacuumed this carpet so many times that it's almost worn through in places. The lights in the ceiling are wigging out again, you'll have to replace them, but the stepladder has been missing for weeks. The doorway to the north leads to the
  hallway. The parking lot is back to the south, and the bathroom is to the east.
  
  The phone sits on the desk.
  
  The unmistakable stench of burning popcorn rolls in from the break room to the west.
  
  As you rush in to find the source of the smell, you smack into someone and knock them to the ground!
  
  "Oh, I'm so sorry!" you say. Your victim rolls over, revealing a mop of green hair.
  
  "Oh," you say. "It's you." You frown, but lift her up. You say, "Rosalita said to make sure you left the station. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go; I just have to take care of something real quick." Maia frowns and walks away back to the lobby and out of sight.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  > go west
  The vending machine is still on the fritz; you called the manufacturer three times in the last week, and you'll have to call them again. A few tables and several chairs are scattered around the room. The smell of burnt popcorn overpowers you. The lobby is back to the east.
  
  Smoke billows from the microwave. Something's burning!
  
  > go east
  You look around, but Maia seems to be gone.
  
  This lobby is much bigger than the one at your old receptionist job. You glance at the KOLR logo you stenciled on the wall your first week; it always comforts you. The ceiling in this room is ten feet high, and your desk is huge. You've vacuumed this carpet so many times that it's almost worn through in places. The lights in the ceiling are wigging out again, you'll have to replace them, but the stepladder has been missing for weeks. The doorway to the north leads to the
  hallway. The parking lot is back to the south, and the bathroom is to the east.
  
  The phone sits on the desk.
  
  The unmistakable stench of burning popcorn still leaks in from the break room to the west.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  The bag of popcorn is smoking in your hands.
  
  > go to the east
  At least the bathroom's moldy smell will help cover up the popcorn. You don't know why they won't let you remodel this bathroom, clearly the walls are crawling with mold. But at least it makes your job easier when nobody uses it. Even the sink is pretty clean, below the mirror, and the trash can is empty. Oh, looks like the paper towel dispenser is empty too. Oops. The toilet itself squats in a corner.
  
  The bag of popcorn is smoking in your hands.
  
  > put the popcorn in the toilet
  Good idea! Now you can flush it down.
  
  > Flush
  You flush the popcorn down the toilet. It disappears, thankfully, but the toilet starts backing up. Crap! Well, actually, just water, but still, you're glad no one uses this toilet.
  
  You've got to deal with that smell in the break room, now. Time to get the fan from the closet.
  
  > Go west
  This lobby is much bigger than the one at your old receptionist job. You glance at the KOLR logo you stenciled on the wall your first week; it always comforts you. The ceiling in this room is ten feet high, and your desk is huge. You've vacuumed this carpet so many times that it's almost worn through in places. The lights in the ceiling are wigging out again, you'll have to replace them, but the stepladder has been missing for weeks. The doorway to the north leads to the
  hallway. The parking lot is back to the south, and the bathroom is to the east.
  
  The phone sits on the desk.
  
  The unmistakable stench of burning popcorn still leaks in from the break room to the west.
  
  You hear the doors open, and you turn. You see Chuck, smiling.
  
  You frown. "What are you doing back here?"
  
  His smile deepens. "I have a "business" meeting with Rosalita."
  
  You smile as well. "You did it!" You kiss him on the cheek. "I can't believe you gave her those flowers after your last meeting. She wanted to throw them away, but Danny saw them already."
  
  He nods, but his thoughts are elsewhere. "In 15 minutes, we'll get our last installment."
  
  "Does she know about me?" you ask.
  
  "I haven't told her yet; she's got some dirt on you too, you know. Best to keep her in the dark for now."
  
  "Tell me how it goes," you say. He smiles, and walks down the hallway.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  > Go north
  You've scrubbed the walls in this hallway a hundred times, and they are clean as a whistle. Chuck's office lies to the west.
  Looking closer, it seems like someone's gouged his door. You'll have to repaint it. The studio to the east is closed, and the On-Air
  light is glowing. Someone must be recording. The hallway extends to the north. You can also go south to return to the lobby.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  > Go north
  The hallway from the south ends here. Rosalita's wooden door
  stands to the north. Danny's hand-carved door is to the
  west. And your very own bright yellow door lies to the
  east: the janitor's closet.
  
  The radio is playing Harden Heart.
  
  > Go east
  (first opening the closet door)
  You yank hard on the handle of the door. Everyone thinks you lock it, but it's just really, really hard to open.
  
  The walls are thin in this closet. You can make out snatches of conversation. You hear Chuck mention "Rehab", "charity", and "money". Just like you planned.
  
  You take the fan to the break room and turn it on, then come back to the office. You press your ear to the door.
  
  "I can't give you any more, Chuck. You're asking for too much. "
  
  "Rosalita, no!" There are the sounds of a struggle. Someone's getting hurt in there! You go to open the door when you hear a loud gunshot. You drop to the floor and remain motionless.
  
  Chuck opens the door, his face ashen and a gun in his hand. "Cindy, it went bad, "it went really bad. She had a gun. We have to figure something out."
  
  "Maybe we can-"
  
  "Cindy, look!" Chuck says, pointing down the hall. You turn and look. The On-Air light is on!
  
  "Chuck, just go, go! Get rid of that thing! I'll call the cops and tell them it was an intruder. Just get out of here!"
  
  Chuck runs down the hall. You head to the lobby to call the police.
  
  "And now, officer, you know the truth."
  
  You clear your mind, and return to yourself.
  
  Break Room
  The stench of burnt popcorn lingers in the air. A microwave with a thin tan layer of grease sits in the corner. A tawny brown vending machine sags in the corner with half of its buttons darkened or flickering. A small oat-colored fan is oscillating in the center, trying to clear out the smell. A few coffee-stained tables and several chairs are scattered around the room. The lobby is back to the
  east.
  
  Cindy is sitting at a table.
  
  [New topic - Truth]
  
  Now that  you know what happened, you have to do something.
  
  The stench of burnt popcorn lingers in the air. A microwave with a thin tan layer of grease sits in the corner. A tawny brown vending machine sags in the corner with half of its buttons darkened or flickering. A small oat-colored fan is oscillating in the center, trying to clear out the smell. A few coffee-stained tables and several chairs are scattered around the room. The lobby is back to the
  east.
  
  Cindy is sitting at a table.
  
  Cindy looks like she's going to be sick, but she recovers.
  
  > Go east
  The neutral tones suggest a professional but boring atmosphere. A faded rainbow stencil on the wall invites you to KOL studios; the R has worn off. The sepia-hued front desk hardly fits in this cramped room, but the beige ceiling is quite high; it looks like it was once part of a larger room. The muddy carpet is scuffed and worn, curling up on the edges. One of the off-white fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickers intermittently. There's a barely-audible buzz from another light. The smell of burnt popcorn wafts in from a break room to the west. The doorway to the north leads to the
  hallway. The parking lot is back to the south, and a bathroom door stands to the east. An ivory telephone sits on the desk.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for the CD-ROM.
  
  > go north
  You are standing in a dim hallway with muddy carpet and beige walls. A battered navy blue door leads to the west. A heavy
  seaweed-green door to the east is labelled "Studio". A red
  On-Air light is mounted next to the door. The hallway extends to the north. You can also go south to return to the lobby.
  
  From the speakers, you hear the radio quietly playing an ad for Karate lessons.
  
  > Go west
  This comfortable office is mostly empty, but the owner's thoughtful personality is still evident in the azure carpet and the sky-blue walls. Lighter patches on the walls show where posters, picture frames and bulletin boards once hung. A navy blue door leads east to
  the hallway. A long desk has been shoved out of the way, and a single chair remains. The carpet is still dented from furniture legs.
  
  Chuck sits in the chair, trying not to look exhausted.
  
  Chuck closes his eyes for a long moment.
  
  > say the truth
  (to Chuck)
  Say, "Chuck, it's over. I know that you killed Rosalita."
  
  Chuck looks you in the eyes. "Cindy told you, didn't she."
  
  You say, "Mr. Lee, you're under arrest for the murder of Rosalita Morales."
  
  Chuck is quiet. Thunder rumbles outside. He says, "Cindy...Did she tell you it was an accident? That it wasn't supposed to happen?"
  
  You say, "You can tell us all about it at the police station. Would you care to step this way?"
  
  Chuck nods and stands up slowly. You shepherd him down the hallway, passing the open doorways where the others are sneaking glances. You walk through the station doors together and into the night.
  
  As you drive away, you turn on the radio; they're playing the end of another rerun of An Evening With Rosa:
  
  "Thank you so much for sharing the evening with me. From all of us
  at KOLR, I wish you a good night, and God bless.."