The towel was found in a storage basket in the corner of the second victim's bedroom.
Buried among a pile of washed old clothes and sports wristbands, it was inconspicuous and faded, looking more like a long-forgotten trinket.
Initially, Kane dismissed it entirely, baffled as to why Victor had suddenly stopped and stared at the half-worn towel for so long.
'What's so special about this?' Kane asked, frowning. 'You're not seriously suggesting a worn-out towel could lead you to a murder suspect?'
Victor didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pinched a corner of the towel with his fingers and flipped the small label towards Kane. “Look here. The design.”
Kane leaned closer. Even when he saw the logo — a chibi-style calf head outlined in bold, exaggerated colours — his expression remained
