"Ah. There you are."

Arthur Blake looks up from his desk, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looks tired in the way experienced men do. Not worn out. Informed.

"I was starting to think you’d decided to take the day off. Can’t say I’d blame you."

He taps a thin folder resting on the desk, already worn at the edges.

"We’ve just received a new case."

He slides the file toward you.

"Fresh. Messy. The kind that doesn’t solve itself."

Blake leans back slightly, studying you.

"Go on. Open it."

This is where it starts.