Sliced Bread 2: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

I eventually remembered that the star-in-hexagon symbol from my silent conversation with a parallel-universe version of myself. 'I' seemed to think it was important enough to point out to me, and maybe I'll find out why now.

The tough part was figuring out how to tell Greyghost. I wasn't at all prepared to say, "Oh, by the way, I was tampering with your interdimensional teleconferencing machine a few months ago..." but on the other hand I certainly wasn't going to lie to him. Fortunately, the stonewall is always an option.

Next time Greyghost checked in, I showed him the picture of the guy with the pin. "Remember I said there was one detail I was trying to remember? This is it. This guy's pin, here."

"How is it significant?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know it's significant at all?"

"Rather not say."

"Mm."

Pause.

"How sure are you?"

"Pretty sure."

"Do you think this man is her murderer?"

"No idea."

"But there's something important about that pin. And you can't tell me why."

"Right."

He looked at the picture again, for a long time.

"Mm," he said. "Don't do any more work on this until I tell you to."

"How come? Do you know what that symbol is?"

"I'd rather not say."

The bastard. I'm getting sick of camping out in this office, too.