Stana's mind was just like the rain that was battering outside.
Loud and clear.
She was sat at Ronny's precinct, head down and deep in thoughts, that she didn't even notice Ronny, when he entered with a cup of hot coffee.
"Stana?"
She looked up, startled.
"Here's your coffee"
Her face lit up immediately. Nothing is as heavenly as the smell of caffeine on a rainy day.
"Thank you"
Ronny took a chair and sat beside her. They'd just come after taking a good look at the crime scenes. He was eagerly waiting for Stana to spool her thoughts.
She took a sip before speaking. "You think the killer is a man?"
"Well, that was a prediction I made after viewing the crime scenes. No woman would have the strength to carry a man and place him on top of a tree or to throw him on a track"
Stana no
