Track: XVII

"Adaman? ADAMAN!" she twitched and then just yanked off her headphones, trying to catch a breath.

"Courrier, sir, oh my god, I haven't expected you here at all!" she put her hand on her heart swallowing and trying to calm it down. At the same time she shut off Spotify.

"I was knocking and knocking but nobody was responding." He admitted, but not at all apologetically. "Were you… listening to music." He replied to himself. "Of course you were."

"Yes, sir, it's usually so quiet here and not many people come around to assist." She shrugged, clearing her throat. "What brings you here, then?"

"I see you're in process of an autopsy?"

"The second one, sir, yes." She nodded with vigor he would never expected from someone always hanging around dead people. "But there's nothing new to tell. Several stabbing wounds, very precise knife, one side with teeth… and the crumpled piece of paper down the throat. However…"