A new call came in, and you grabbed your umbrella and moved to the place. There were already people trying to poke their noses into other people's business, and the police holding back the crowd, and familiar faces. Coming up with an open umbrella to the soaking wet Soap, who was making some notes in a notebook. "Do you know anything?" You asked when you heard McTavish just mumbling thoughtfully, reading out some of his notes: "He had documents with him, money and valuables were not stolen. So they didn't kill him because of the robbery. But the real reason remains to be found out," your colleague sighed, clicking a pen and hiding it with a notebook in his bosom. "Why don't you take a look before Gus arrives?"