“What is it?” Zang was troubled as he examined the picture.
Zing was, too. “No idea. There’s one of those primitive cell phones on the edge. I think that’s a wine glass in the–bowl? Sink? Plate? And a set of seasonings.”
“Is it a secret code? A puzzle?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, what do you THINK?”
“Zang, I don’t KNOW! Just get a photo of the photo and send it to headquarters. This is beyond us.”