Kate Matthews adjusted her rear view mirror, her bright, all too aware, eyes staring back at her checking out the dodgy neighbourhood under the guise of applying a fresh coat of her favourite red lipstick.  Even Kate, with all her training behind her, had serious self doubt issues coming here.  Officially it was a two man area.  But Kate had failed to let her superiors know this was the rendezvous point for her informant.  They’d refused to meet her anywhere else.  Naoto had been feeding her snippets of information for the last three months but she needed something more concrete.  Something to nail Akaneki down.  Something soon.<br/><br/>She stepped from her vehicle, having to leave it in its own personal hell.  Her 5’2”inch frame barely enough to see over the top.  Yeah well, Kate had gotten over the whole short girl image.  Short had worked in her favour many times.  Many had underestimated her.<br/><br/>The wind knocked a few stray hairs, that had fallen from what had been a perfect ponytail that morning, into her face as she instinctively knocked them away, tucking them behind her ears.  Grabbing the bag of doughnuts and the two Starbucks coffees, a tradition now, she used her tight jeaned ass to shove the door shut.  It would automatically lock in ten seconds.<br/><br/>As she entered the almost derelict apartment building her eyes drifted towards the lift.  Yep, still out of order.  At least he only lives on the third floor she told herself.  Kate was fit.  Three floors was no challenge, and she found herself outside his door a couple of minutes later.  As was theit agreement, she knocked twice and called through “Its Kate, I brought doughnuts” a smile in her voice.  Precariously balancing the doughnuts and coffee, she shuffled so that her one hand became free, reached out and turned the doorknob.  It was flimsy, but then it always had been.<br/><br/>Kate stepped inside, and made towards the coffee table to set down the goodies, stopping short when she looked up to see Naoto lying there.  Cold.  Dead.  His eyes wide.  He knew it before she got to him, no sense in rushing.  “Fuck!” She cursed, setting down the coffee and doughnuts bag.  “Just...fuck!”<br/><br/>As she knelt beside him, the blood still oozed from the fresh cut to his throat.  This was new.  Very new....what it...?<br/>Her hand reached for her phone, she had to call this in