I never did solve the chocolate mystery. Well, not yet, anyway.
But the kid said the same thing as me, about how it was left dead center on the desk, like it was meant for someone.
I saw no evidence of other truffles in the garbage. Now, granted, I didn’t do what I normally do, and climb into said receptacle to more carefully examine its contents.
My analysis lab isn’t open right now, anyway.
No, I believe it was left there with intention; not simply one of Matt’s leftovers.
But who? For whom? And why?
Stay tuned.