"Good morning, we are from the Themis Agency," Hera spoke as she greeted the person who opened the grand double door for them when they rang the doorbell of Harris's mansion. "We are here to search the mansion for possible concealment of the murder weapon."
Hera showed the search warrant to the woman who seemed to be a helper in there because of her uniform right across her face. The woman took it and read, though they had expected them, they still had to make sure that everything was not a joke.
"Come in. Keep your hands to yourself," she said sternly, glancing at them from head to toe as if warning them that if they wrongly touch something, they would be immediately sent out. "You only have about an hour."
"I'm sorry but you can't do that. You can't even trail at us to check everythin
