Lunch at Cafe

TRING! TRING! TRING TRING!

A phone rang loud and clear in an office, against the sounds coming from the street. Soon the phone was answered, and after a brief exchange, the receiver was returned to its cradle with a decisive click.

"Milady," Addison's voice broke the silence as he entered the room, finding Jane perched on the edge of her desk, her attention focused on the board covered with details of the scarecrow's victims. "There's news from the parish house in Milfred Garden. A woman in Ireland, Samantha O'Brien, had her eyes and heart gouged out."

Jane's brow furrowed in concern. "Do we have any more details?"

Addison nodded. "She was murdered nearly a decade ago, with a blood scarecrow found nearby. I've already requested the investigation sheet to identify any connections."