"Adalet, I'm glad to see you. This message from the Puppeteer really worries me. "Hello, little puppet! I hope you'll like my show. After all, what would a Carnival be without a good puppet show?" Andrea reads off the message from the paper, "this is an open threat that the Puppeteer will start killing again! And the Carnival is today! Adalet, I want you to patrol the parade with Frank, an-"

"Patrol the parade?" Frank groans, "I was looking forward to staying in and spending some quality time with my turtle..."

"Frank, just do as I say, for once, will you? Yann is late for work again, and I'm tired of you answering back to me like an irreverent teenager. I'm still Chief of Police here! Sorry, Adalet. I don't mean you, of course," she apologized, "but you really must be alert, so the Carnival takes place without incident. With the Puppeteer's message in mind, we cannot leave anything to chance! I also need people to do a security check in the storage rooms. Adalet, you will make sure everything's alright. I'm counting on you!"

"We're on it, chief!" Adalet salutes.

Later, in the Carnival storage room...

"I don't know what's wrong with Andrea today, she's like a nagging mom," Frank complained, "I've never seen her like that before, she's really on edge and worried."

"Well can you blame her? A psychopathic killer has basically promised to kill someone else today!?" Adalet reminded him.

"Oh, well. At least here in the storage room, we can have a little more fun, Adalet. What do you say we try on costumes, turn off the lights and scare each other?" he laughed at the glare she gave him, "OK, I get it, we're here to look around. Alright. Let's start with that pretty-looking marionette in the corner!"

Frank led Adalet over to the marionette he was talking about. As they got closer to the puppet, they saw some things that looked to have been forgotten, they picked up a red handbag and broken pieces of metal and wood with the intent of bringing them to the carnival's lost and found, and the garbage. But those plans went out the window when they realized that the marionette was in fact a dead body!

"What the... The victim's been all cut up and linked back together with chains! She looks like a morbid puppet!" Frank exclaimed shielding his eyes.

"Uh-oh," Adalet squeaked, "and if we have a victim displayed as a puppet, then it means the Puppeteer is back!"

"I can't believe this: after ten years, the murders have started again!" he gasped.

Her face fell, "and I know who this is... It's Dinah Cooper, she was a jazz club dancer... Her son recently turned fourteen."

"She was one of the first suspects you met in Jazz Town, wasn't she?" he recalled, "poor girl... I know you won't let the Puppeteer get away with this, Adalet!"

"And first things first," she sent a quick text, "we should send the body to Roxie."

"And since we found Dinah's bag, let's have a look inside and see what clues we can find!" he says placing the red bag back down, "and whatever these pieces are, I trust you'll put them back together while I go get some fresh air. I'm feeling queasy."

Frank stepped out of the storage room to go wait for Roxie. After he had left, Adalet picked up the broken pieces they had found earlier. She glued together the pieces and repaired the dancing trophy to its former glory. With that done she turned t Dinah's bag. She dug through the bag and found an invitation that was slightly faded in some places. She dusted the paper to recover the missing words and just as she was about to read what it said, Frank returned.

"You were pretty quick at restoring that dancer figurine, Adalet. This is why I always let you do the handiwork!" Frank smirked picking it up, "this dancer figurine has Dinah Cooper's name on it! And there's something written on the base... "Freddie, I am an artist, not a toy!" An unfortunate choice of words from Dinah, given she ended up like a puppet."

"And we know a Freddie," Adalet recalled.

"Hm, you're right. Isn't he the guy who organizes the Carnival?" he inquired.

She nodded, "and Freddie's parents were also killed by the Puppeteer!"

"What a coincidence!" he mused, "but what's this artist versus toy thing - was Freddie controlling her in some way?"

She hums, "we'll have to go see Freddie and find out!"

"Did you find anything useful in the victim's bag, Adalet? Some kind of invitation?" Frank says as he picked up the card, "It's for a booze cruise! Or steamboat party, or whatever you want to call it."

"And this invitation was clearly addressed to our victim and could be vital in solving her murder!" Adalet argued.

"It reads: "Welcome aboard the Abigail". Well, let's go check it out... I just hope you don't get seasick!" he laughed.

Frank and Adalet left the storage room and drove through the town. They stopped by the park to talk to Freddie about the message Dinah had left on her trophy, and then they would head over to The Abigail.

"Well. Capt. Adalet, our paths keep crossing, often for unpleasant reasons. What can I do for you this time?" Freddie asked politely.

"Dinah Cooper was just murdered. You could explain why she would accuse you of treating her like a toy for a start," Adalet answered holding up the trophy.

"Dinah was killed?! That's terrible! ... We were working together for the Carnival. I hired her to dance on the main float.," he explained, with a deep sigh, "but it turned out the woman had two left feet! I tried to teach her but she kept getting it wrong. She got annoyed and claimed I was too controlling, but I was just doing my job!"

"So Dinah claimed you were too controlling, only to end up strung up like a puppet. See where we're going with this?" Frank questioned.

"Dinah was murdered... by the Puppeteer?! You mean the killer has started killing again after all these years?!" Freddie gasped, "I can still remember the day the Puppeteer murdered my parents like it was yesterday... The poor girl, she didn't deserve to die like this!"

Aboard the Abigail...

"Glad you picked up on those clues Adalet, maybe I should just let you do the work while I sit back and enjoy a boat ride!" Frank teased.

"Careful, or I'll dump this ice right over your head!" Adalet warned holding up the bucket.

"Why did you pick up that champagne bucket?" he questioned, "the bottle's missing, we can't even have a drink! ... oh, you still want to look through it, Adalet?"

"Yes," she answers picking up a photo.

"And nice," he smirks, "you also found a phone! People always leave private information on their gadgets. Good luck decoding it!"

Adalet picked up the cellphone once again. She powdered it on and took a looked a the keypad. She could see faint fingerprints on some of the keys and used a combination of those to unlock the phone.

"I'm impressed, you unlocked that phone you found on the steamboat way faster than I expected! And that guy looks familiar, doesn't he?" Frank says referring to the man on the phone's background image.

"That's Stanley Bullock!" Adalet told him.

"Oh right, now I remember: he's that nut we met during the Civil War reenactment!" he stated, "I don't know how this phone fits into the current investigation, but you're right: we did find it on a crime scene so let's send it to the lab!"

She set the cellphone down on a table and picked up the champagne bucket. Adalet dumped the contents onto the deck of the ship and sifted through the ice and water. She picks up a photo that had fallen out of the bucket and shook off some of the water.

"Oh, you found a photo of our victim!" Frank said as he saw the familiar woman, "she looks much younger though, wouldn't you agree? And look at the person she's standing next to... his face is all scratched out!"

"Frank, check out the guy's hands!" Adalet pointed to the spot she meant.

"What the?! You're right Adalet, look at the man's hands: he's clearly a... PUPPETEER!" he cried, "Dinah was turned into a puppet... And if she once knew a puppeteer, we need to find out his identity! Do you think you can run his profile through the database, Adalet?"

"We're about to find out," she replied.

Adalet uploaded a digital image of the picture to her tablet and sent it through the database. She compares the features of the man to some of the closes matches in the database to reconstruct his face. Once she had a face, it only took a few seconds for the system to give them a name.

"So the person standing next to Dinah was a certain Blake Cooper?" Adalet scanned the info they had on file, "this must be her father..."

"Ugh, he looks even scarier with all this face paint on!" Frank complained seeing a recent picture, "to think a daughter could hate her dad enough to scratch out his face... I wonder if my daughters would do the same... Ah, sorry Adalet, I'm okay..."

"If you say so..." she says not sounding convinced, "and not only did Dinah hate her father, but he's also a puppeteer. Let's go talk to him!"

They left the Abigail and drove through town in search of Blake cooper. A lot of the streets were closed off in preparation for the parade, so after a while, they had to just walk to get to most places. They finally managed to find the puppeteer, not the killer, but an actual puppeteer. They introduced themselves to Blake and quickly explained why they were there.

"You're here to ask about that troublesome daughter of mine? Whatever trouble she's in, I don't care: we haven't spoken in years!" Blake tells them firmly.

"Well, whether you care or not, your daughter's just been murdered," Frank told him.

"I'm not surprised. Dinah's always been a magnet for trouble: she ran away from home to a life on the stage and got herself pregnant," he sighed, "even worse, she wouldn't let me see my own grandson! She thought I was a bad father to her, so I didn't deserve to see Louie. Like she was a model mom, single and dancing in a bar!"

Adalet glared, "how can you be so heartless: your only daughter's just been murdered and still you claim it's her own fault?"

"I gave up on my daughter long ago: she was uncontrollable! If only she could have been more like my puppets..." Blake held up the doll, "just one pull of the strings and they'd obey."

Frank and Adalet left Blake alone and started walking back to where they had parked their car.

"As Dinah's father and a puppeteer, Mr. Cooper is already a prime suspect..." Adalet mused.

"And he didn't even seem to care about his daughter's murder!" Frank added, "serial killers are known to be heartless, I'm not saying he's the Puppeteer but we should keep an eye on him!"

Autopsy Victim's Body...

"Well, Adalet, our victim must have really been hung up about something before she died... oh wait, she was hung up!" Roxie winked.

"Roxie, while I know how endearing Frank finds your puns, we're dealing with a serial killer here," Adalet reminded the coroner, "so how about cooling it on the jokes?"

"Well, for starters, your victim was injected with sedatives before being killed. Adalet, this info will surely come in handy during your investigation. Then, her body was cut up with a saw, so keep an eye open for that kind of instrument!" she advised them, "the body was strung up in an extremely complex manner. The Puppeteer had to know the precise measurements of the chains, handle the weight distribution, the mechanics... As gruesome as this sounds, this is a work of art. I can tell you that the Puppeteer is definitely good with mechanics!"

They thanked Roxie for her work and left the morgue. They walked across the station to the tech lab to see what Hannah had been able to dig up from Stanley Bullock's cell phone they had sent her earlier.

"So Adalet, I've had a look inside Stanley Bullock's phone and guess what? He knew your victim!" Hannah answered her own question, "he kept sending Dinah messages to tell her he would bring eggs, or that she could borrow movies from him. After a little digging, it turns out Stanley and Dinah were neighbours! And quite friendly ones, it seems."

"Ugh, isn't it weird that a Confederate lover would be friends with Dinah?" Frank wrinkled his nose, "and what's up with all that face paint?"

"I think I read somewhere that face painting was part of the carnival," Adalet says, "but one thing is clear, the Civil War outfit, and now this: Stanley sure likes dressing up..."

He snorts, "isn't he too old for that?"

She rolled her eyes, "I seem to recall you dressing up recently, Frank... But Hannah, correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Stanley also a previous suspect in the Puppeteer case all those years ago?"

"He was!" Hannah confirmed.

"A former Puppeteer suspect living so close to the victim," Frank hums, "he could have easily gained Dinah's confidence. C'mon Adalet, what do you say we go pay him a neighbourly visit?"

They left the station and tracked down Stanley to the Cannonball Saloon. Adalet and Frank stopped the reenactor as he was leaving the building to ask him about his relationship with the victim.

"Mr. Bullock, Capt. Adalet's here to ask you a few questions about your neighbour, Dinah Cooper..." Frank tells the other man.

"Ah, Dinah... Things have been hard for her, raising her son, Louie, on her own. So I try to do what I can to help out. Like a good neighbour!" Stanley replied.

"Thing is, she's been murdered by the Puppeteer. Which brings us to you and your previous indictment..." Adalet trails off.

"Dinah was murdered by the Puppeteer?! That's awful!" he cried, but his shock slowly turned to anger, "... Wait a minute, you're here because I used to be a Puppeteer suspect, aren't you?! I was found innocent! ... and besides, I'd never hurt Dinah! I cared too much about her!"

Later, at the Office...

"Adalet, Yann hasn't shown up to work all day and he's not picking up the phone! Have you heard from him?" Andrea asked the second Frank and Adalet had entered the office.

"No," Adalet shook her head, "he was already gone when I dropped Ahmet off at his house this morning!"

"What?" Frank jumped in, "Yann's missing out on the Puppeteer's first murder in 10 years?! He's been obsessed with this serial killer and now, of all times, he's just vanished?!"

"OK, I need a recap here, Adalet. The Puppeteer strikes again, after 10 years, killing Dinah... Dinah's father, who's a real puppeteer, claims not to have spoken to her in years," Andrea says flipping through the case file, "he sounds a bit controlling, and Dinah was a rebel child, so it's no surprise. And then we have Dinah's neighbour, Stanley, who had already been tried in the Puppeteer case... But if his phone can be trusted, they were actually pretty friendly."

"Oh Adalet, I'm so relieved to see you!" Jessica Toussaint cries as she runs over carrying Lily in her arms, Ahmet was trailing after her with James on his back, "we need your help! The Puppeteer broke into our house!"

"Jessica, you need to stay here with the kids," Adalet says guiding the other woman over to sit at her desk, "after all, the Puppeteer replied to Yann's open letter in the newspaper, so it'd make sense the serial killer would want to target him..."

Frank appeared with a styrofoam cup of water, "... but where's Yann, Jessica?!"

"I don't know. He hasn't been himself lately..." Jessica sighed, taking the cup, "and he's been gone all day! I'm so worried!"

"We need to find him! Meanwhile," Andrea turned to the officers, "Adalet, you need to investigate Yann's house and see if the Puppeteer is behind this!"

Jessica gave them her house key before they left so that they could enter the house. Frank and Adalet entered the home through the front door and headed down to the basement to look around. They found a red high-heeled shoe under the basement window and a locked chest against the wall.

"It feels kind of weird looking through Yann's house..." Adalet says placing her finds down on the coffee table, "but if the Puppeteer came here, we can't overlook anything!"

"And why did you pick up that woman's shoe?" Frank inquired.

"Dinah was missing one of her shoes," she responded, "and I never saw it on the scene so..."

He frowns, "but why would it be in Yann's basement?"

"Let's keep the questions for later. Let's start by collecting a sample of that white powder on it!" she says pulling out a swab.

"And you picked up Yann's safe?" he remarked seeing the old chest, "well, as you said, we can't overlook anything... so if you want to unlock it, I'm right behind you!"

Adalet held up the sample she had collected while he was talking, "and now that we have a sample of whatever this white substance is, off of the shoe, let's get it to the lab!"

"Except Yann's not around..." Frank reminds her, "who should we send this sample to, Adalet?"

"How about Roxie?" she suggested, "back in Grimsborough, we would send out forensic samples to the coroner when Grace was out of commission."

"Roxie? Alright, let's do this!" he agreed, taking the sample.

Frank took the sample from Adalet and she turned to the locked chest. She guessed at the combination of the lock and soon she had it opened.

"Good work decoding the lock on Yann's safe. But if he gets angry at us, I'm blaming you!" Frank declared, "oh great, it's filled with a bunch of his junk. Since you've already done the lock, can you dig through it as well? Just for consistency's sake, of course!"

Adalet dug through Yann's chest of books, newspapers, pictures, and files all relating to the Puppeteer. As she neared the bottom of the chest, a small card caught her eyes and she pulled it out for a closer look.

"Whoa, Yann's safe was filled with stuff about the Puppeteer!" Frank gasped holding up some of the newspaper clippings, "he really was obsessed, wasn't he? Anyway, did you find anything?"

"A card advertising a new book: "Inside the mind of the Puppeteer"," Adalet answered.

"Ah," he said, "so we have an expert on the serial killer."

"And I met this woman in a previous investigation, she's a shrink," she explained, "it's quite a coincidence that her new book on the Puppeteer is coming out just when the killings have started again."

"I guess it's time we went to psychoanalyze this shrink!"

After dropping off the sample at the lab for Roxie, Adalet and Frank continued to Madeleine's office building to talk to her about her book on the puppeteer.

"Ms. Deville?" Frank says as they entered the room, "Capt. Adalet would like to talk to you about your upcoming book on the Puppeteer..."

"Oh, that serial killer is absolutely fascinating! After all those years of killing, still on the loose. Only a genius could outsmart the police," Madeleine praised.

"Lady, your enthusiasm is off-putting," he deadpanned, "did you know that the freak you so admire just killed another victim? A certain Dinah Cooper?"

"Wait, you mean the Puppeteer is back?! Oh my, I've been waiting so long for this... and it will coincide perfectly with my new book! The Puppeteer is such a brilliant person..." she sighed, "I've gotten pretty versed in the mechanics of puppets while studying this killer, it's quite complex. Anyway, I have to dash off now. Wish me luck with the book launch!"

Analyze White Powder...