"Sure; I'll meet you there." The elevator doors slid silently open as she snapped the phone shut, and she moved back across the lobby, unconsciously scowling a little. Forget what had happened? After she'd personally been pointed toward it, and alerted the force? Knowing that this attack was related to her own investigation?<br/><br/>No. There would be no forgetting - not of the chandelier hanging, nor of how the girl had struggled on the balcony, nor of the cruelty of underwater suspension with only a long, weak tube for breath.