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?IWm heading to the evidence locker now2 would you like to joinL? I ask.

?Hf course; I canzt wait to see the detective at work,? she teases.

?Alright, IWll meet you down there. I just need to grab something at my desk.?

?Hkay,? she says, standing up to her feet.

I head over to my desk2 6onny is busy arranging his table. It is a huge mess.

?’ey, 6onny,? I whisper.

’e moves closer to me. ?OhatWs upL?

?I asked Isabel to help me out with an assignment. Mo you think it is a good time to ask her outL? I question.

6onny stares at me for a minute, shaking his head before he speaks. ?ItWs funny a good-looking man like you has no riBB whatsoever.? ?6iBBL OhatWs thatL? I look at him, confused.

?Hh, man; ’ow old are you againL? he chuckles. ?…ust ask her; MonWt put too much thought into it. Xouzve got this,? he hypes.

?Izve got this,? I repeat. ?Ehanks, 6onny,? I say before dashing down the hall to the evidence locker.

I meet Isabel at the entrance2 she is waiting in her skin-hugging blue jeans and a soft peach dress shirt. Nothing screams sexy casual like this. And she has a notepad pressed against her chest. I canWt stop saying how beautiful she is.

She is truly ready to play detective.

?Itzs about time,? she says.

She opens the door to the evidence room and lets us in.

?So, what case are we working onL? she asks as soon as we enter the locker.

?ItWs a homicide case. According to this,? I %ip open the document given to me by the chief. ?It happened late Hctober last year at 6ain Fell harmaceuticals,? I explain.

?Hh; I remember that. It was a big buBB around town. Dveryone was talking about it. I was very surprised the body was never found. It was a complex case.?

?Now we will 'nd the body and nail the killer,? I say, sounding optimistic.

?EhatWs ambitious, and I love it;? she squeaks.

?Oell, I donWt want to let the chief down.?

She looks very excited about this, and I canWt wait to hear her opinion on the evidence.

Oe spent the next four hours going back and forth between the evidence locker and archives, trying to 'nd clues or slip-ups that may have been missed in previous investigations. Oe settled to review the deceased colleaguesW statement, and weWve been watching a recording of the colleaguesW account of the incident for about an hour now. It is becoming frustrating because all of their stories check out. It is biBarre that a murder was committed in a building, and in less than an hour, neither the body nor the culprit was found. Ehe only evidence to prove that there was a murder is the excessive pool of blood on the %oor.

I steal glances at Isabel as she watches the videos with rapt attention. She would make a good detective.

?’ey, can you rewind thatL? I tell Isabel.

?Oait, did you hear somethingL? Isabel asks, plugging the earphones further into her ears to listen. She rewinds the clip.

?Mid you hear thatL? I ask Isabel again.

?’ear whatL? She questions, looking puBBled

?Ohat she said,? I say, standing to my feet as excitement 'lls my heart. ?I think weWve just caught our killer.?

?I donWt understand. ’ow did you come to that conclusionL? she asks curiously, looking back and forth between me and the laptop on the table.

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