I had just settled into my office when I saw the new hire, Jon, working his way towardme.“Morning Gwen,” he said, leaning on the doorjamb.“What is it?” I asked.“Can’t I just be saying good morning?”“No. What do you want?” The words were harsh but the tone was joking.“You know I got my first case yesterday.”“Yes Jon,” I said as I booted up my computer.“Well, I thought you might find it interesting.”“Did you?” I smiled.“Yeah, a robbery at a jewelry store. Cops haven’t gotten anywhere so the store owner hired us. The police experts say the security tapes weren't tampered with. They're onehundred percent sure. But one minute the jewelry is there. Next minute it’s gone.”I work for a company that investigates crimes companies don't want to report. Thingsthat wouldn't look good if they went public. Once in a while, though, we were asked to figureout how a crime was committed when the police couldn't.“Jon, if you need help just ask,” I said.Jon blushed. “I’m just not sure what to do.”“Alright. So the jewelry is there and then gone?”“Yes.”“Then the answer is right in front of you.”“I don't..”“Jon, do you believe in magic?”“What?” he laughed. “No.”“Then answer is right in front of you,” I said. “Sorry, I can't help you anymore.”He left, sulking a little, I think. The truth was I could have told him. But this was a test.A very important test for new hires. The point was to see who could think for themselves. Itshould have taken about two seconds to dismiss what the 'experts' said and investigate thetapes himself. Obviously they had been tampered with. But Jon wasn't doing that. He wastrying to make what they said fit the crime. He couldn't question authority.It didn't look good for Jon's future at the company.“Ms. Roberts is here,” my boss Allen informed me at ten.