Logico greeted the pile of files and papers on his office desk with a sigh, figuring he may as well work on them today while there were no murders to solve.

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He was about 5 hours in at this point, the pile barely shrinking despite him swearing to himself that he had gone through at least a thousand files, and he was getting very sick of it very fast. Well, until you came in.

“Good evening, Irratino.” He started, knowing the sun must have set by now. “Mind giving me a good reason for your sudden barging into my office?”