|Speed's fashion sense was timelessly bad.|
|Clearly, this is going to be oomphy.|
|Pictured: cold stare.|
Gotta appreciate Speed's consistency of wardrobe; even though he's on vacation, he's still wearing his puce Glenurquhart check with crimson barcode tie, so that everyone can recognize him. Cleary, the Universe DOES recognize him, because it sends him... a dame with a clue-monogrammed handerkerchief!
|I appreciate the caption. I would have assumed it was an extra-large nacho.|
The Face of Disdain versus the Face of Judgement! Which will prevail? Meanwhile, Speed leaps on the Universe's clue.
|An M! Or a W. Or a E. Or a 3. Or a capital Σ. I'm sure Speed will guess correctly.|
Well, it's not a red crescent, but it's something, and I'm sure Speed will make the most of it, by... ACCUSING THE WOMAN OF DROPPING IT.
|"I DIDN'T DO IT, OFFICER!"|
This being a Speed Saunders story, I must interpret the strange positioning of her fingers as a CLUE. I say it symbolizes a FORKED TONGUE, which means she's LYING. Which is a good bet, since we saw her drop the handkerchief.That counterfactual is all Speed needs! Only Speed can contradict the Universe and get away with it, so now he's going to hover about this woman like a bad hat (a feeling she's already used to).
|Don't worry, Speed; there'll be a corpse along soon enough, I'm sure.|
Later, while stalking her...
|Little does he know he's actually staring at an unusually large Hopper painting.|
Speed gets bored with spying and tesseracts immediately into skiing, hoping to find a body in the snow. And guess what?
|"My Speed-sense is tingling!"|
Finally, Speed's (comparative) patience pays off: a corpse!
|Speed's an aficionado of unusual murder weapons. Like sleighs and mannequin hands.|
|The reason Speed dresses like that is to make it impossible for your eyes to focus on the clues.|
|Get some help, Speed.|