When Ivy answered the phone, she was still in the process of removing her face mask.
As she listened, she quickly jotted down notes on a sticky note nearby; the sound of the pen scratching crisply against the paper stood in stark contrast to the empty, lazy atmosphere of the office. By the time she hung up, she had shifted back into a focused, professional demeanour.
'76 Tamida Street, suspected homicide.'
She looked up at Victor and waved the freshly written note at him.
'The beat officer is already on the scene. Go check it out now. If it's confirmed to be a homicide, call Kane and the Forensics Unit.'
Victor stood by the desk, reaching out to take the address slip, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his still-sore lower back.
'Temida District,' he repeated under his breath, the cor
