A new suspect

The soft knock on the door broke the concentration that had enveloped the room. Erik looked up to see one of his employees, a young waiter, balancing a tray laden with their dinner.

"Ah, thank you," Erik said. "You can leave it here on the table."

The waiter nodded, his eyes flicking curiously between Erik and Rebecca, before he quietly withdrew from the room.

The young man turned to his partner, his eyes softening. "We should take a break. Let's eat something to replenish our energy. We have much to go through, and I don't want us to work to exhaustion."

Rebecca looked up from her papers, her eyes tired but appreciative. "You're right," she agreed, stretching her arms above her head. "A break would be good."

They moved to the small table near the window, and the city's lights twinkled outside as the night deepened. The dinner was simple but nourishing, a welcome respite from the intense focus of their work.