Sunday, 4:30 PM, Special Investigation Team office.
In the most open area on the side, Winslow was lifting dumbbells to exercise, while Chenier counted his push-ups not far away.
Michelle and Mona were sitting together fiddling with a computer, Reesi sat at her own workstation and yawned hugely—she partied a little too hard last night and still hadn't rested well.
"I hate working overtime."
Slumping into her chair, Reesi looked listlessly at Mona:
"Mona, do you know what this situation is about?"
"I don't."
Mona spread her hands, Luo An had been called to the office by Vireness, and it was her who had helped call everyone else back.
"Maybe it's another serial murder case that's occurred somewhere."
Winslow finished a set of exercises, put down the dumbbells, walked over to take a sip of water, and said:
"This kind of thing happens every month in the Federation; it might well be another case that has been dusty for a decade or even decades."
"Could it be a bank robbery?"
