Andrew once again sat in the Minotaur restaurant, rereading the case about missing women and a child, sometimes sipping his coffee. He scratched his head, his face full of concentration, his brows furrowed, the crime detective chewed his lips in thought. He opened his notebook, which already had the names of some suspects written down, and began to carefully review his notes. His coffee was already cold, and it was evening in the winter yard. He shivered from a slight cold, since there was no heating in the restaurant.