Charlotte was one of the most devoted to her field. Slaving away at her desk day and night. It was no wonder why she often found the coffee pot to be a better friend than most. Sitting at her desk, another day. Her coffee mug nearly empty as she pours over a murder case.

Papers and files spread everywhere, even thrown onto the floor. The pinboard didn’t make sense, the strings tied every which way around red pins.

That even start on Charlotte’s appearance.

Only looking up when she heard a knock. "Come in!"