<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">By the time she had finished reading the note, her hand was trembling. Anya closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Panic swirled inside her, creating a nausea feeling. In the distance, she heard the sirens go off, growing louder as they approached. The CTPD station wasn’t very far from their own little setup. It only took five minutes for two patrol cars and the coroner’s van to pull up.<br/>
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“Morgan!” There was a sharp, barking voice that caused her to open her eyes, glancing up to see a man of average height storming towards her He had sharp features, much like an eagle’s. His snow white hair was cut in a military style, despite since being retired from the military for many years now. Two nervous assistants stumbled after him, struggling with various equipment. “You know better than to mess with my crime scene.”<br/>
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Lifting a hand and waving the letter at him, Anya couldn’t even bring herself to flash her cocky smile. “It is addressed to me, Marshall. I wore gloves and, in my defense, he was leaning against my door.”<br/>
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His sharp blue eyes snapped down to the body, the ferocity suddenly leaving his gaze. The assistants arrived, staring wide-eyed at the body. There was a crash as one of the assistants dropped their belongings, running towards the patch of bushes to vomit. “Lord have mercy…” He whispered, kneeling down next to Anya.<br/>
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“I’m…I’m so sorry,” she whispered and Marshall glanced over at her.<br/>
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“You didn’t do this,” he growled, “But…but you know who did, don’t you?”<br/>
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Anya waited for him to put his own pair of gloves on before handing him the letter. Scanning over it, Marshall’s face paled and he growled. “Son of a bitch. Not out of 24 hours and he has already killed. Not his normal MO.”<br/>
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“Yea, I think he is being flashy right now. Letting out his frustrations,” Anya murmured, eyes flickering up to Sonya. She should really check on her friend but at that moment, a sleek black car slid to a stop just behind the spectators. Climbing out of it, two more members of her team: Austin Gaden and Skylar Marsh. Gaden’s gaze was narrowed as he spotted the body, moving over to where they were kneeling. His movements were slower, calculating. That was his way of showing panic; he didn’t move quickly or was jumpy, unlike normal people. He became careful, unsure.<br/>
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“You and Sonya alright?” Gaden asked and Anya gave him a short nod.<br/>
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“Sonya is shaken up. I’m better than ever,” She hummed, though her voice cracked. She stood up, letting the police come and process the scene. Marsh, who had been standing back, looked over to Sonya before walking over, placing a hand on her shoulder.<br/>
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Anya brushed past Gaden, going into the living room and setting Holden back in his cage despite not wanting to part from her pet. Holden clawed at the cage, sensing his owner’s panic and wanted to help, unsure himself how to. Anya sat down at the dining room table, eyes scanning over the docs as she pinched the bridge of her nose.<br/>
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Gaden glanced around the crowd, angry that this had happened so soon already. He looked over at Sonya and Skylar. “Let’s go, we have work to do,” he barked, whipping around and reentering the building. </span>