You had been an ice skater for years, ever since you were five years old, last night there had been a murder outside the ice rink, which you thought nothing about until two men walked up to you on the ice.

“SSA Luke Alvez,” A Latino man asked, holding up his FBI credentials.

“SSA Matt Simmons.” Another man said, also holding up his FBI credentials, holding onto to Luke.

“Can you tell us anything about last night?” Luke asked, chuckling a few times to help his partner stay upright.