The Case of the Missing Martian MacGuffin

Previously

…Marcus’s eyes sparkled. “So, we’re hunting a flamboyant, disco-ball-gobbling peacock who’s using an alien weather machine to brew hurricanes? This is officially the best case ever!” Mia shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. “Let’s just focus on finding the peacock, Marcus. The weather control can be a secondary concern. For now.” She started walking, the locket a cool weight in her pocket, a strange, silent guide leading them further into the unknown. The whispers from the void, it seemed, were just beginning to get interesting.