A criminal hiding his identity working with a detective. She knew? Maybe. Or maybe not. I love to handcuff my victims though. Ahem. Apologies, I trailed off.

Anyways, that day.

I watched as my supposed partner diligently looked over the crime scene, her sharp eyes roaming over every detail. I played my role well, pretending to search for clues and asking intelligent questions that I already knew the answers to. But my focus was on something else, something nagging at the back of my mind. As I pretended to examine a nearby vase for evidence, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent, one that was distinct and unique. A scent that I knew all too well.

"Rei?"

Her name. That was my spontaneous reaction. Almost uncalled and instinctive. That scent.