The small young woman seemed to be speaking with the older man by the door, her table next to his. The elderly man sipped his tea as she retold the rehearsal, it was nice being able to speak with her old violin instructor, nice being able to relax for a bit, but her mind was slowly drifting elsewhere as the elderly man stood up to leave. She returned to the newspaper she had, beginning to write into her note pad, reading the news story on another murder that had occurred. They were of interest to her, not because she was personally involved, but because they seemed to have, so far, remained unsolved. She finished her notes, beginning to compare them to others she took from the other news stories, trying to find something that may have been missed. Though the easiest way to do that was to go view the crime scene, even if it was a day or two old, she was certain she could find something.