Erik was sitting on the couch in the living room, next to Peter who, for a change, was tapping incessantly on his tablet. Under normal circumstances he would enjoy the day off, but these days he could not stop thinking about the death of Elias Visser.
Police officers and the medical administration of the prison had no doubts: according to them it was a clear case of suicide. Visser had used the sheets to fabricate a crude noose, and died instantly, the pressure breaking his neck. No clues of any possible reason for the suicide, or anything that would suggest a murder were found in the cell, which was unsurprising, as the deceased hadnt been there for more than a few minutes before he died.