This was the crucial part.

He was analysing it. The case splayed out before him. The dead man lying on the forest floor.

He could it exactly. Feel the cold metal of the gun in his hand. Feel the pump of adrenaline.

But that was all in his head.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by footsteps next to him He was supposed to have the crime scene to himself. He'd been promised-

A...child? Yes. A child. Maybe... 15. 16 at most. At the crime scene. Wearing an ID that said 'Consultant'.